Story Scenarios

Horror from a Child

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"Come here sweetie, come here." I heard my mother's voice. She was in the guest room which was odd because I thought she was downstairs.

Guess she moved over up here while I was in the potty. He took a step over to her.

"Yes mummy?" I asked. The door creaked open and what looked like long black sticks poked out, they then started to curl like a caterpillar.

I stopped in my tracks, confused and scared. What was that, it looked freaky. Something that lurks at night and creeps down the hallway.

"Mummy, what is that?" I asked frightened.

"Oh, don't worry about it. It's a new kind of brush for your hair. Come and try it," mummy spoke.

My worry still maintained but I trusted mummy. I nodded my head and walked forward.

"Okay mum," I said as I trotted over to the door. I reached my hand towards the wood. I kept my hand away from the long brush as it seemed to be bending around the door to try and touch me.

I didn't like it, but it had to be harmless. So, I put on a brave face like daddy tells me and grab the side of the door.

But I then heard stomps hammering down the hallway. I squeaked and looked back to see my brother sprinting over to me. He reached down and picked me up with one arm before slamming the door shut.

He let out a breath that he only does after I see him play sport so he must be tired. He closed his eyes and stood up straight, keeping me locked in his left arm.

"Ah, what are you doing buddy?" he asked me and took a step away from the door. I looked up at him before pointing at the door.

"Because mummy was calling me," I replied. I saw his eyebrows rise and his eyes become as big as sauces, I giggled at his silly reaction. It reminded me of a cartoon character realising they messed up. But quickly he smiled and looked down at me.

"Ah mum's downstairs silly. You probably just heard a recording of her. I'll go check it out later," he replied.

I was confused, I thought I was talking with mummy. I only heard mummy's voice, so I thought she was talking to me. But then what was that long brush if she wasn't there?

"But she had a brush! It looked weird though," I answered him.

"No buddy the lights in this house flicker. I saw what you were talking about, the flickering lights and stains create shadows," he explained.

I made a face like I understood but it still made no sense to me. It was pitch black like a shadow, but I don't think they crawl. "Come on, let's go," he said, then he turned around and quickly walked away.

I accepted it as I wasn't walking, he was. I still wasn't good at moving fast yet and brother was so tall. He's almost the same height as daddy!

We turned to the stairs and brother froze at the top. I gasped with a huge breath. On the staircase wall was red paint that said, some words.

It was b-a-s-e-m-e-n-t w-a-s u-n-l-o-c-k-e-d

"Hey mummy said you can't write on the wall," I puffed out in frustration, remembering when mummy told me off.

"Yeah, let's go ask her," brother said before quickly walking down the stairs.
Wait why did his voice go shaky. Brother never gets scared. He's brother!