Cracks, Rats, Roaches, Dust,and much more are downstairs in the basement.Fears, tears, screams and ghost hide there. They are the thing that haunt me in my dreams down in the basement.
Ghost torture you until you lose all of your sanity. I haven't gotten it back. They haved robbed me of the one thing that makes me human.
Now I can't feel anything. Hurt, lust and sorrow all because of that basement. I can't move away because something is bonding me to this place. My wife was long gone before I lost my sanity. She is very lucky.
One of the ghost that stole my sanity is a 21-year-old girl, named Lilly she had the world in her hands until her lover dies so she killed her self a year later because she slowly lost here sanity in the same home. She belived she would be free of the home if she died.
Her story made me think if I turned out like her. But, my wife didn't die she left. Everyone thinks I'm dead because I couldn't leave the house. Why should I live? No one would need me. Should I end my misory or continue until natural causes sweep me away.......?
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Short Stories
De TodoA collection of short stories made by me. That come from my sick,childish and young mind.
