fear or love?

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When I was younger, I was always told not to go in the basement, my father said that it was no place for a little lady.

I really never understood why though. My father and I were close, and I was always by his side, well when he wasn't in the basement.

My father spent a lot of time in the basement, and I often heard strange noises coming from there, but I didn't want to upset him by going down there, so I just stayed away.

One day, when I was about 9 I heard a strained cry coming from beneath the floor boards. I know father had warned me not to, but something sounded off.

As I slowly descended the creaky wooden steps of my old house, I heard more cries and pleas for help. Before I got to the bottom I had remembered that my dad had gone out for a few hours...






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