The Girl in The Basement

Chapter 3

Grandmas house was so pretty. It made me comfortable, and safe. It smelled like fresh baked cookies all the time. It was warm and cozy. There are so many memories in here, that have not left. There is pictures of my mom, aunts, uncles, cousins, and some other people who I don't know. My grandma, Mary Hellen Sacrim, was still pretty beautiful for age. She had blondish- whitish hair that was down to her shoulders. She had her hair pulled back in a perfect, tight, sleek bun. She had on one of those old floral dresses that old people wear. Over top of it she had on a cooking apron that said "World's Best Grandma". Which was very true. She had even a little bit of make up on, I think. She is so kind, and warm hearted. I'm pretty sure she is about 70 years old.

First we made chocolate chip cookies. My favorite! We had all of the ingredients except we didn't have any have the flour to put on the counter, so that the dough won't stick. "Would you mind going to get the flour for me, Bree?" grandma asked. "Of course! Umm.. where is it at?" I asked her. "Its in the Pantry, down at the end of the hall." she explained. "Okay I'll be right back." I told her. So, I walked down to the end of the hall slowly. I was feeling kind of wierd, like something I've never felt before. You know that feeling when you know your not alone, but you don't see anyone else aroud you. That was how I felt. Then I grabbed the flour,  and started to walk back slowly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a glimpse of something, or someone. I couldn't quite make out what it is was. I'm pretty sure it was litte girl, not quite my age, but younger. She seemed extremely upset, or scared. So I ran back to the kitchen in fright. On my way I dropped the flour, and had to take the time to pick it back up. It felt like something was getting closer and closer. Finally I got to the kitchen, relieved. " Here you go." I said to grandma while giving her the flour. " What's wrong, sweety, it looks like you've seen a ghost. "Something like that." I mumbled to myself. Grandma pretty much did all the cooking while I watched. My job was eating them. It was the best job of them all. 

          Anyway, I had to stay in the guest room, upstairs. I have a whole king sized bed to myself. Plus, I got the master bathroom. I relized that I left my suitcase down stairs, so I had to go get it. I left the  cookie on my vanity, thinking that nothing would happen to it. Then I went and got my suitcase, and when I came back my cookie was gone. All there was left was little crumbs. Like someone had eaten it. I just want to know why all of these wierd things are happing to me. I decided I am going to do something about it, tomorrow. 

           So I laid down in my bed frightned. I was just waiting for some sign of the little girl would show. Then door started to crack open..." Oh, I let out my breath, its just you grandma." " Yeah, I just wanted to say goodnight." she said. " Night." I said back. Then as I started to fall asleep, I heard someone screaming. But it wasn't coming from grandma's house. It was coming from the neighbors house....