tears from downstairs

chapter 1

the day i found out my parents had run out of money to pay for the house, i cried for 4 hours straight. i had lived in the house every single day of my life, and now it is gone. All the memories, all the pictures, everything.

I grab the last box off of my kitchen floor, and a tear falls. I walk towards the door, switch off the last light, and wave goodbye to the place that will forever be my home.

Hopping into my mom's minivan, i set down the last box beside me. I'm gonna miss this place. I whisper to myself.

I step into the small new townhome, and place my box onto the sofa.

I walk up the small set of stairs, to the small loft in the center of all rooms. I jump onto the small couch and turn on the tv.

Hours pass as I watch The Walking Dead. My favorite tv show. I've binge-watched the series about 20 times. It's normal. I promise you.

9:00pm comes and I hop into bed. I close my eyes when suddenly i heard a small noise from downstairs. Like a baby crying. I get out of bed and walk downstairs. I listen and turn to my left. The brown basement door. I take a deep breath and turn the door handle. I pull the door towards me, and the noise gets louder. I regret moving into this house.