A Dark Night's Story Book to Make You Jump

Don't go in the Basement

My life, one like any other, was normal. I lived with my grandmother, because my parents could not care for me, which was fine, as her and I got along pretty well. There was, however, one small exception to my life of normality. My grandmother told to never, ever, under any situation, go in the basement. She was strange and it was basically the one rule she had so I followed it. Living and growing up with her as my only guardian, I soon began to question this one strange rule. As any other person would most likely do, I asked her why it is so important that I never enter the basement, even if it is a life or death situation. She simply said "don't enter the basement, and there won't be any problems." Not being satisfied with this answer, I almost proceeded to ask again, but she cut me off "just listen to me, please." I said ok and went on with my day. The next time I really bothered to wonder about the basement was three years later, when I was seventeen. Instead of asking again, I said I was going out with some friends later, and that I wouldn't be back until around midnight. "All right" she yelled from her room, "just be back by at least one, alright?" I said ok and waited until nightfall, then I went to the basement door. It was locked, so I went and took the key off of my grandmother's night stand, which wasn't to hard to do. Returning to the door, I unlocked and slowly opened the old, creaky door. As I closed it and turned on a barely working light, I descended the stairs, down into the pitch black abyss in front of me. I turned on my phone's flashlight, and noticed how long the stairwell was. Turning to look at the door, there were very clearly signs of force. It should have clicked that I should have left immediately, but I was too damn stupid, I had to know what was so bad about the basement. This was my first mistake. Reaching the end of the stairwell, I now saw a large room with normal basement stuff. A washer and dryer, various boxes of this and that, and a large furnace. As I surveyed the room, something caught my eye. It was a large, metal door, which had a board on it. I removed this amazingly heavy board, and continued through such door, into a long and oddly tall hallway. There was a light switch to my right, which I flipped. One of the many lights that I could see in the hall turned on temporarily, and then died, lovely. I continued on with my phone lighting my way, now noticing asylum style doors on my left and right, there must have been dozens. I looked in each, and all were empty. I then reached then end of the hallway, where there was another door. A small sign catches my eye,"DO NOT ENTER" well to bad, I thought, as I began to remove various locks from the door. This was my second mistake. Entering the door, I notice figure sitting on the ground in front of me. "A-are you all right?" I asked, now slightly shaken. There was no verbal response. On the other hand, it began to stand, very slowly. It's long, gangly arms on their own, were almost as tall as I was. It's tall slender body, and long twig like legs allowed it to easily tower over. A smell began to loom over me, which was I could only assume to be rotting flesh. It turned, and it's face had two distinguishing features. One, the fact that it had teeth sharper than butcher knives, long and serrated. The other being a distinct lack of everything else, including eyes. It let out a screech, so blood curdling I thought I'd at least pass out from just that. I, with no control over my body, ran out and slammed the door. Within a few second, and a few powerful rams, the door exploded off its hinges. I screamed louder than I ever had before, at which time I reached the second door, where my grandmother was, now wielding a sawn off shotgun. "GO!" She yelled. I only hesitated after hearing both shots be fired off, and a scream from grandmother. Looking down from nearly the bottom of the stairs, I watched her fall apart into five slabs of meat, with blood everywhere. Oh dear god. I ran up the stairs and out the back door, into the forest for nearly an hour, as I then fell to my knees, sobbed and fell asleep. I awoke next morning, and thought aloud "My friends and I must of had a fun night, i hope my grand..." I then remembered why I was in the woods, and ran back to my small town. Anything that had been alive was now dead. I ran to my house, not wanting to believe it was true, that every thing was fine, that it was all just a nightmare. I then went into my basement, and sobbed. The mangled, half eaten slabs of human were everywhere. When I stopped sobbing I had no idea what to do. No police officer would believe me. No person would believe me. I used my phone to send out this story, so that it's known. Learn from my mistake, if some one tells you not to do something, you damn well better not do it.