The Darkness

Chapter One

Blake played with his toys while his mother cooked dinner in the kitchen. His dad was in the basement, working, as usual.

"Blake! Dinner is ready!" His mom shouted. Blake jumped up and ran to the kitchen and his mom sauntered over to the basement door with a key. She unlocked the door and shouted down for Jim, Blake's dad to come upstairs.

Blake hopped onto his chair and waited impatiently for his meal. His dad and mom sat at the table and began to eat their dinner, meatloaf and peas. They were a normal family, living in a suburban house, in a small town.

As the family ate Blake asked, "Daddy, why can't I go into the basement?" His dad turned pale white and looked at Jane, Blake's mom.

"Well, you're dad has work and he can't get distracted." Jane spoke, also pale.

"But sometimes I hear voices down there, and they sound like children's voices and I want to play with them!" Blake said, shoving peas into his mouth.

"Aww, you have such a wonderful imagination." Jim said with a forced grin.

They all ate in silence for the rest of their supper. After everyone finished, Blake went upstairs and changed into his pajamas.

He hopped into bed and his mom entered the door. She sat on his bed and tucked him, "Mommy, can I please go into the basement?" He begged.

"No. Good night, Blake." Jane said while leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Blake quickly fell asleep.

.......

"Blake!" An unfamiliar voice whispered.
"Blake!" It repeated.

Blake's eyes opened and his groggy state turned into fully awake. A small girl hovered over him.

"Wh-who are you?" He whispered.

"Please help me. There are more of us, in the basement." She replied. These words sent Blake into a panic and his brain raced. "Please..." She said helplessly.

Blake blinked to see if this was really. Then the girl disappeared. "What was that?" Blake whispered to himself.

As he sat in his bed, bewildered, heavy footsteps echoed through the halls. Blake went under the covers and felt his heart beat.

Stomp
Stomp
Stomp

His door creaked. It wasn't Blake's dad. It wasn't Blake's mom.

It was nothing.

Blake looked up from his sheets and a flicker of light bounced off the floor. He looked on the ground to see a key. It was a gold key which looked very diverse from a traditional one. It looked like a dungeon key. Alongside the key there were muddy footprints leading out of the door.

Blake hopped out of bed, not making a sound and gingerly picked up the key. He followed the footprints down stairs. As he peaked around the corner, he saw the foot prints lead to the basement door. He hesitated before he walked to the door. He took the key and inserted it into the lock and turned it. The door opened, and all he saw was darkness and glowing yellow eyes.

Author's note: hello there! This is short and I want to write more but I think I suck and this chapter isn't that good. Have a nice day!