I waited till everyone was asleep. I crept back to window and peeked in. No movement. I have to find a way in. I went back to my room trying to figure out how I did it when I was younger. All I could remember was stairs. Old, stained stairs and a wooden door with scratches. I threw on some jeans, a t'shirt, and shoes. I grabbed a flashlight and quietly walked to the basement.
Ugh the basement looked like a scene of a horror movie. "William?" No reply. No noise. How hard could it be to find a freaking door and steps? Almost as if something read my thoughts, I tripped over something. Handle? In the floor? Could this be where William is?!
I grabbed the handle and pulled with all my might. It move slightly upward just enough for me to shine my flashlight in. A horrible smell rose from the pit. What is this?
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Family Matters
Mystery / ThrillerMommy comes in and puts us to bed. Daddy comes in and kisses us goodnight. Then they lock the door. I hear chains and screaming. The neighbors crossed mommy and daddy
