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6

Have you ever thought your basement was creepy. Do you ever think about what lurks under the stairs and behind the corner. Well if you don't you better start.  Be prepared when you reach to turn the light switch on, a bumpy, cold, fleshy hand will reach over yours and pull you into the darkness. I'm always prepared and you should be to. My mom asked me to go to the basement and get her piano tuner. After I heard the cold hearted words basement I knew I was in for a thriller. My brother always teases me because I'm afraid. But if he ever dares to go down there I always see him sneak his stuffed animal into his shirt. I slowly opened the wooden door preparing myself for anything that might be there. When the door was opened all the way I opened my eyes to come face to face with.

    The basement. I took in the toxic smell of rotten food and turned around right away. I covered my nose with my shirt and got ready to flick the switch of death.

"What's taking you so long!??!" my mom yelled from the other room. I could tell she was ticked off so I started to pick up the pace.

"Is mommy’s baby boy scared?" my brother whispered as he walked by.

"Shut up!" I yelled and whispered at the same time to him. I clenched my hand around the door as I reached for the flashlight. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was terrified. I screamed and chucked the flashlight down the stairs. As I turned around and saw that it was just my brother, I punched him in the stomach. He bent over clutching his fists. As he pulled back his fist to take a swing his phone wrong. I breathed a sigh of relief as he walked away. Now I could get to work.

 

    My brother was back up in his room texting his girlfriend. Huggy huggy kissy kissy. I mean, who would even date a smelly jerk like my brother? His breath always smells like wet dog and he never showers. I mean, the last time he took a shower was about 3 months ago. He says it's the "manly" way to live but I think it's a way to be mistaken for a skunk. I slowly inched my hand over to the light switch. I looked at my hand as it was shaking and pulled it back to make it stop. I could imagine a bumpy, slimy, and cold hand reaching over mine and pulling me down to the darkness. My hand rested on the switch and flicked it on quickly. Nothing was there except the old rickety stairs down to the dark and wet basement. I took the first step slowly. Crreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.

 

    The loud creeping noice pierced my ears. I was hoping it didn't attract anything, like the hand. I could not take the risk of doing it again, so I flew down the rest and landed on the cold concrete ground. I reached my hand over to the next light switch shivering with fear, hoping I would live to hand my mother that piano tuner. Of course I would want to live longer but I did not want to die now. I could feel the dusty light switch and when I was about to flick it, the door behind me slammed shut. Suddenly I got very dizzy and turned on the light switch. Immediately I saw a figure standing in the corner. I stared it up and down and when I took a closer look I saw that a hand was missing. I was shocked with fear and didn't dare scream. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and I turned around to find a bloody, bumpy, cold hand resting on my shoulder. I quickly looked towards where the man figure was standing but he was gone. I looked over my shoulder to push the hand off but it was gone too. Now I was confused. I quickly ran over to the shelf that held the piano tuner. Not thinking about what I just saw. I quickly grabbed it and sprinted for the door. I struggled to open it but it would not budge. 

"What's wrong? Does mom’s little baby need his mommy?" I heard through the door. I was trapped...

“I'm going out to get some groceries! You boys stay inside!" I heard my mom yell. Oh no! I thought. He can't just leave me down here with that, that thing! Nobody’s this evil. He knows there is something down here. I knew I would have to defend myself. I slowly crept down the stairs and grabbed the rusted shovel that was leaning against the wall. I felt a shiver down my back and a chilled breeze to my face when I looked up to find a man like shadow in the corner. The one dim light did not help me at all as I tried to make out his face. We stared at each other for a good ten seconds. As my eyes wandered down his shoulder and to the end of his arm. There was no hand. The room went pitch black again and  I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly slammed the shovel on the hand but then my hand started pounding with pain. I could feel something moving across my foot and I slammed again. My hand was hurting so much. The lights flickered and I could see the man one second but he was gone the next. The lights finally went back on but when I looked down at my hand it wasn't there. There was blood all over the ground and a hand resting at my feet. Beaten up and shriveled. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!" I screamed with terror and tried to run to the door. The lights went out again and I was in the corner of the room where the figure was. I heard creeping on the steps and the shovel being takin off the wall. It was me. I stared at myself with the shovel in my hands and a hand behind me. I was the shadow man and that was my hand. My heart started to race faster and faster until it stopped. I fell to the ground and lay there. I could taste the blood pooling on the floor and I knew this must be the end.

 

    I gasped for air as I rose from the cold and hard floor. I looked below me for blood but the pools of it were not there. They vanished. As I got up to look around I saw nothing but darkness. I looked around but there was nothing. Is this where people go to die?

State
MI
Zip Code
48118