One day there was a noise a clawing scratching scattering noise. I always knew I wasn't alone in this house I called a home. The scratching noise sent chills up my spine and a ringing on my ears. I felt a wild sensation in my stomach a sensation to go investigate. So I grabbed a hammer just in case. And went down to the basement and there was a loud high pitch shriek. I look around and saw no one in the basement. The shriek wants from me or the water heater. It was a shriek of a woman it came from beside me I heard it with my ears I felt the vibration in my own throat it wasn't my voice as I screamed and choked someone grabbed me from behind a invisible person not saw to eye. I couldn't speak as I was dragged under the stairs that creaked above. When I woke up no one was near no person that was visible at least I knew I was never alone but now I didn't want to call this place a home. I felt someone breathing down my neck and watching my fingers twitch and shake. Someone is here and I don't know who, I can't escape from the stellar door. But I notice claw marks more and more. Fresh ones and old ones bloody and dried. I feel the depth of the fear they left behind. Im stuck in this basement and no way to get free but now there is some more people watching me. Torturing me and laughing as I beg and please will someone please come rescue me....
