Downstairs...

The Thing in my basement

Hi, my name is Vivian, my friends call me Viv. I've been living in this house for quite a while. I live alone in this big house, but last night when I dyed my hair, i heard some sort of crying out of my basement. Of course this was unusual but i also could've left the TV on, because I have one in my basement for some reason. When I was finished i went downstairs, when suddenly I felt sharp claw pierce into my flesh, it felt like it wanted to drag me to the basement. I felt blood poring out of the wound, as i felt that the creature was ripping my leg apart from my body. I tried to run upstairs again, but it didn't let go, i punched it i kicked it with my other leg I tried everything! But it didn't work. The bloodloss was so massive that i felt like I would loose conciseness in seconds, when it suddenly let go and I had the chance to run. And I did, but to this day i don't know why it let go of me, i think it's a miracle that I'm still alive.