When we moved into the 2nd house on the street. People in or neighbor hood told us to stay away from the 6th
door in the basement. I went down to basement after I heard that silly saying. But there was something in that room. And whatever it was. The people did not want to let us see. The door had multiple boards baricaded
against it. With lots of nails. Then there was a huge lock in the middle of the madness.
Every night for a week at 3:45 in the morning. The thing in that room would roar. And I mean ROAR! It would stop roaring at 4:00.
After a week of all this happing. I had to see what was in there. I hadn't thought about what I was doing. But the next thing you know im pounding on that door with an axe like my life depended on it.
After a straight hour of that. It opened. And you wont believe what's inside.
Nothing. It was just an room. The only thing in that room was red writing on the wall.
YoU FEll foR it.!
Then behind me the door closed and locked. After 15 minuets my parents started to look for me. I screamed. But to them it sounded like roaring. That just made them stay away from that room even more. And here I am know. Writing this so people know. Waiting. For someone unlucky to wonder what's in that door.
If your looking for a house. Please. Come to the 2nd house on jhonse street. And. What ever you do. Don't open the 6th door in the basement. Don't make the same mistake I made. Its been 2 years sense I've seen my parents. Sense I've seen anyone. Please help.
