Rain, of course it's rain. What was meant to be a calm walk through the land my mother never let me go to, turned into a desperate search for some kind of shelter from the bullets of water coming from the sky. I ran through the shaking trees, until I found a rather large pile of rocks and moss on top of what seemed to be a type of door. It would take a while, but I knew I would be able to move them, the rocks weren't that big, there were just a lot of them.
After a bit of struggling, I was finally able to open the door. Upon opening it, I was greeted by an eternal darkness that seemed to go on forever. It was a little creepy, but the rain didn't seem to want to go just yet so I went in. I found myself engulfed in the darkness that lived there, I thought that was the only thing that lived there.I was wrong. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard what sounded like scurrying. "Hello?" I said warily, backing up a bit just to be sure I could reach the stairs in case something jumped out at me. I heard whispering that was raspy, and low. "Is anyone here?" I asked thinking that the whispering was part of my Imagination."Can he be trusted?" I could hear the other voice say, it sounded like a girl. I got closer to the darkness, letting it swallow me whole, "I'm not gonna hurt you, do you need help?". More scurrying, then silence. "Are you okay?" I waited for a response, but got nothing. 'It's not like she can't talk' I thought to myself 'I heard her whispering not that long ago'. Right when I was going to take another step forward, I heard running then felt her tackle me. "Hey! Wait! I want to help you!" I tried to hold her or pin her somehow, but she was surprisingly strong. "Don't trust. Don't trust. Don't trust!" she was frantically repeating. We struggled for a while, she almost got her hands around my neck for a minute, until she slipped. It looked like her hand slipped when she tried to support herself, causing her to fall and hit her head pretty hard. I still couldn't see that well, but I was able to grab her and get her out of the cellar.
Once we were out of the cellar, I was able to see her better. She had blond hair, much like mine, and a surprisingly plump face, considering it looked like she had been there a while. I eventually got her home, the rain hadn't stopped so when I got in the house I tried not to get anything valuable wet. I carried her up to my bathroom and put her in my bath tub. I was far too much of a gentle man to take off her clothes, but when a towel wasn't enough, I knew I would have no choice. I took off the rags of what probably used to be a green shirt with a matching skirt, the green was barely noticeable. I got her dry and searched for some of my late mother's clothes to put on her. I laid her gently on my bed and went downstairs to get her some food. The more and more I looked at her features the more she looked like me. I put some toast with some jelly and a glass of apple juice on the stand next to the bed and sat down on a chair waiting for her to wake up. 'Who is this girl? And why does she look so much like me?'
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Unwanted
ParanormalA young boy wonders around his parents property after his mother's death. He remembers that there is a place that his mother never let him go. Upon arriving at a cellar there he finds a secret, a very dark secret.
