The Basement

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 04: 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

Things out of the ordinary started to happen after the dinner incident. The entire house was filled with negative energy as if even the walls were trying to speak to me. I would see furniture getting displaced, objects falling on the ground, I could even hear footsteps at night around the house. I could feel something terrible, something horrible coming.

It had only been a few days since the dinner incident when my mom had started to act strangely. She would become aggressive on petty matters, she would suddenly start speaking in other unknown languages even though she never learned them. She suddenly would speak about some unknown person's past life. She would lose her appetite and frequently vomit, and sometimes even had seizures at random hours. I believed whatever was trying to haunt us, was after my mom.

"I am worried about your mom, we shall visit the doctor to find out what she is dealing with." dad said to me.
"Okay dad" I answered.
"I have set up an appointment with her doctor for tomorrow, let your mom know about this please." Dad said.
"Okay sure, I will let her know. Good night." I said while walking up the stairs to bed.

The next day we went to the doctor first thing in the morning. The doctor examined my mom, asked her a few questions privately, and then handed over the report, explaining her recent behavior.

"Your wife is suffering from Schizophrenia." said the Doctor.
"What does that mean?" Replied dad.
"Schizophrenia is a serious mental disorder in which people interpret reality abnormally. It may result in some combination of hallucinations, delusions, and extremely disordered thinking and behavior that impairs daily functioning, and can be disabling." answered the doctor.
"Is she going to be okay?"
"We shall have to proceed with psychotherapy to better understand her symptoms. I will prescribe some antipsychotics which may help in treating her schizophrenia symptoms. You'll have to come to me every time she has another one of those episodes, that is, any kind of strange behavior or seizures." The doctor instructed.
He handed over the prescription to my dad and went to the pharmacy to buy the necessary medicines.

After the doctor's appointment was over, we returned home. Mom was not feeling well and went to sleep early while my dad sat in the living room, looking worried.

I knew that mom was not suffering from schizophrenia. My father was not a religious person and did not believe in the supernatural. I had to find a way to make him face the real truth.

One night, my dad had gone to a friend's house for dinner, and my mom was reading a book in the room. My sister had already gone to bed. I was sitting in our living room and doing my schoolwork when I heard a scream from mom's room. I rushed upstairs and tried to open the door. It was locked from the inside.

I could hear the screams of my mom inside the room, "Who are you! Why are you doing this to me! Please stop. Leave me alone!" she cried.
I could hear objects falling over, glass breaking, screechings on the walls when suddenly every sound stopped and the house was silent.

The door opened and my mom came out. She had bruises, cuts, and scratches on her skin and tears in her eyes.

"Mom, are you okay? How did all of this happen?"
"Oh it's nothing dear, you shall go to bed if you have finished your homework." She said, her voice was shaking.
"This is not nothing mom, tell me what happened!" I said.

She uttered no words, slowly moved aside, revealing the state of the room. I could not believe my eyes of what I had just seen.

The entire room was in ruins. Books, shelves, vases had fallen over, tables had broken down. But the scariest part about this was that there was a pentagram scratched on the wall alongside another scratched-out figure, probably depicting some satanic deity. I was shocked.

Whatever I had bestowed the freedom to get out of the basement had now begun to make physical attacks. When my dad arrived home and saw the state of the room, he was shocked. He assumed that there was a robbery at the house and rushed to mom.

"What happened?" Asked dad.

My mom was not able to talk. She was still in shock about what had happened to her earlier in the bedroom. I was sitting beside her and answered dad on behalf of my mom.

"Dad, I believe we are being haunted by a demonic entity," I said.
"Nonsense. Don't joke about this." said, dad.
"You won't believe me without proof, right? See." I said while revealing all the cuts and bruises of my mom. Dad was shocked to see her condition, and while not entirely believing us, he quietly spoke, "We are going to the doctors again. It seems she has had another one of those episodes."
"You still believe all of this is for her schizophrenia? Do you think all of the cuts and bruises on mom are self-harm?" I asked.
"Go to bed. We are going to the doctor first thing in the morning." He said, completely dodging my questions.

I knew that without my dad witnessing the actual "episodes" he would not believe in the truth behind what was happening to mom, what she was going through. I decided to accompany my mom to the church to discuss her problems with the priest the following week.

To be continued...