Darkest Nights Horror Short Story Collection

The One Under

Have you ever moved into a new house for the first time? Did it scare you? Well what happened to me I'll never forget.

I was walking home from school when I saw a movers truck in front of my house. As young as I was I didn't know what it was, so I just walked inside of my house and noticed nothing was there. I ran back outside and saw my mom inside the garage. "mommy, where is all of our stuff?" I asked.

"It's all in this truck" she said

"W-why?" I asked.

"We're moving" She said.

The house was two stories and looked about 150 years old. so after a while of crying I went into the car and we drove to the new house where we then unloaded all of the boxes and organized it.  Then they put my bed together.  I tried to sleep but I couldn't because all I heard was creaking from my parents upstairs, because I was on the bottom floor of this house with a concrete floor. So after I did fall asleep and had a short sleep.

The next day I woke up and saw my mom in my room sitting in the corner  asleep. I was fairly surprised about it so I woke her up and she told me I was screaming so she went to investigate. Every time She left I would start screaming so she just stayed in the room and then fell asleep. I had the same problem every time I stayed in the room. Then a month and a half after the dreams started. I would have dreams about something digging out from under the floor. I kept having this dream until a month later when I told my parents and they took me to a therapist. The therapy didn't help at all in fact it made it worse. the dreams became more vivid and much longer. I tried to stop them but it wouldn't happen. So one day I stayed up all night and that when the creepiest thing happened. I heard claws digging at my floor. I jumped up and  ran out of the room. Half way down the hallway I felt a sharp pain in my legs. There was a creature biting my leg. I screamed and shouted for my mom and dad. they didn't hear me. The pain got worse and worse until I woke up the day. I told my parents and they took me to another therapist session where they tried to diagnose me with something which they could not do. So they just gave me some meds to try and control my mental defocus. So when I went home I took the meds and then went to bed.

I heard it that night and took my meds which didn't help it just got louder until I got a good look at it. it was 2 feet tall looked like a brown goblin with no legs and had razor sharp claws. I told my parents and they checked the basement and found a bunch of holes and dead bodies. We left and went to a hotel until the morning. When we went back all of the holes and dead bodies were gone. We tried to tell the police this but they would never believe us. So we tried an exorcist and he told us this house is cursed and will stay cursed until he preforms an exorcism. We told him yes but when he did about thirty of them cam out of the walls and devoured him really quick. We proceeded to run out of the house and then stayed at a neighbors house. about a month after we stayed there they asked us to leave because they didn't believe us. So we told them to spend a night at our house and see for themselves. Halfway through the night we thought what would happen to them so we headed over and we couldn't find them. All we found was a note that said "We are sorry."

We still don't know what happened that day but it was something underneath.

The cops did search the premise for three nights and lost 4 officers. They later demolished the house.