Helpless

This is my story, I'll start from the beginning.

I was eight years old when my mom had passed away, after that, my father went crazy. he began to bring woman home and taking them to our basement, sometimes it took a few minutes then a loud scream came or it took days. I was always curious of where they went or what happened to them after their muffled screams, but never was just curious enough to look. my father never said anything about it, ever! My tenth birthday came, that was the day I became curious, as much as I wish I hadn't, I did. Every night I looked at the door I could hear crying, each time I would try to reach for the door, I heard footsteps. After a few more nights, I didn't hear footsteps, but I wish I did because my curiosity got the best of me. As I stepped down the first three steps, I heard a voice. I gulped and turned around only to see.....