My Horror Stories

The Cellar

When I was a kid my family use to move around a lot. I would go from house to house and we never stayed long enough to make friends. It was mostly because of my dads job. He is a FBI agent so when he would be switched to a different unit we would have to move to the city where it was located. It wasn't very fun and I didn't like some of the places we went to. But this I knew that I would never forget..... We had finally stopped jumping around from city to city and ended up in a small little town called Bonesville . It had a population of about 300 people. We lived in a house on the end of Maple Street. It was a nice two story house with blue siding, had three bedrooms , a kitchen, dinning room, living room, two bathrooms, and a nice back yard. But there was one part of that house that I never liked and that was the cellar. I had already had a bad feeling about it in the first place but the kids at school made it worse.

They told me stories about this guy who use to live in the house before we moved in. Yeah they were older then me so that also might have something to do with it but oh well. They told me that the guy who lived in the house before us used to lure all kinds of kids up to the house. He would offer them cookies, cake, candy, etc. and they would follow him into his house and he would give the there treat but it would have something like a sleeping toxin. They would fall asleep where they were sitting then he would drag them into the cellar and tied them to one of the legs of a wooden table that sat down there. And he would wait until night fall when everyone was fast asleep and would go down into the cellar to check up on the kid and would hit the kid or maybe just leave him down there for hours. eventually he ended up starving then to death or drove them insane.

Then he would give them a over dose of the sleep drug that he used on them in the first place and barred them under the floor boards. Now this scared me pretty badly. And I didn't know if it was true or not so I didn't say anything to my parents cause they might laugh at me. So I just kept it to myself. Then one night after dinner I was in my room and was hearing noise coming form somewhere in the house. And I know it wasn't my parents cause they weren't home. (they got called into work cause they were short handed) So it was just Lucy and I. Anyway I went to find put what was making that noise and it turns out it was just Lucy accidentally hitting the wall with her rope. I sighed and sat down next to her and grabbed the other end of the rope and we played tug of war. Not long after that it was about 10:30 p.m and I was sitting in the kitchen playing on my laptop when I heard what sounded like nails scratching against something. It kind of freaked me out.

So I went to find the source of the sound, but I was also scared that someone might be trying to brake into the house. I grabbed my baseball bat and walked around the house as quietly as I could. I looked everywhere and nothing looked like it was moved or broken. but once i got into the kitchen the sound was louder like it was coming from out side. So I unlocked the back door and was not standing in front of the cellar door. And the sound was louder. I thought it was a animal that was suck in there or something. After a minute of assuring myself that it was just a animal I grabbed a hold of the cellar door and opened it. Nothing came out so I went o get a flashlight and went down there. It was dark, musty, and creepy. I flashed the light around the small room and nothing really looked out of the ordinary, until I saw this old hope chest in the back behind a bookshelf. I knew it wasn't my moms cause she wouldn't have anywhere to put it, and dad well he's not into that kind of stuff.

As I walked over there I began to get a bad feeling of what was been kept in it. But I shook it off and opened it. There was a CD Player and a bunch of CD with weird names on them. I put one of the CD's in and pushed play and I was mortified, I could hear the sound of a kid who sounded like he was about my age so around 12-13. And he was scared and was being beaten by something. It was just sad and it sounded like the kid didn't even know the guy. Once it was done playing I just stood there looking at this stuff and asking myself what twisted guy would do this? That's when I felt a grown mans hand grip my shoulder and whisper in my ear " I did" and I spun around to see what looked like a ghost of a grown man with short gray hair who looked like he was in his late 70's. He looked like he was about 5.9 ft. tall and wore a polo shirt with dress pants. Then he started coming towards me I panicked and ran out of there as fast as I could and slamming the cellar door in the process. Once my parents got back I told them what happened and they went to check it out and found nothing but the CD player and the CD's . they thought I was imagining things and shook it off but I know what I saw. And I know that that was the last time I ever went down there.