The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

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Chapter One of 'The Boy In The Basement':

"Here we are!" My dad exhales deeply. We are pulling up through a big, black metal fence. That starts the creepiness of the one-hundred year old house in Holmes Chapel. I eye the house as we ride up the dirt driveway.

The yard needs to be mowed, and the house needs a major make-over. It looks like no one has lived here in the past decade. And here we are. Moving into the creepiest house in Holmes Chapel. I mean, it looks like we were living in the middle of nowhere.

It is a two-story house. I believe the house was originally painted white, but the paint was starting to chip and peel off from the house, making it have a darker, creeper looker. There seems to be an attic to the house as well.

"Oh! I can't wait to move in! How 'bout you, dear?" My mom turns to me and I give her a forced smile. I'm so not looking forward in moving in to another haunted house.

"Oh, yes. Can't wait!" I add sarcastically. Mom smiles and turns around.

My smile fades away and I rest the side of my head up against the window once again.

"Okay. Hun, your room is on the second floor, the third room down on the hallway." My dad says to me as we enter. When you walk in, you can see the creme wallpaper peeling off from the walls. Cobwebs strung on the walls from corner to corner.

The house gave me a chill up and down my spine. The smell had a tint of rosemary, and lemons. Not a good combination.

Welcome to the family.

My head turns left and right, seeing who is talking to me. No one is around. Mom and Dad went to put things away. I must be imagining things because of the lack of sleep. Shaking my head, I sling my back pack over my shoulder and attempt to find the staircase.

After a few minutes of searching, I finally find the spiral staircase. I gulp and walk up the creaking steps. I reach the long hallway. Since the house was old, there are dim lights lighting the way. It surely added creepy to creepiness.

I cautiously walk down the hallway. My converse click against the hardwood floor. My eyes wander around the hallway, taking in ever single detail. After counting up to three, I stop and stand right in front of my room.

I just hope my room isn't as creepy as the rest of the house. I let my hand fall down on the door knob. I twist it, and let the door creak open. The room is a bit dark. The only light cascading in it was the sunlight peeking through the windows.

The room has a different smell from the rest of the house. Peppermint. Peppermint is the smell. And this smell was actually house-warming.

Don't be afraid of the house.

Who the hell is talking to me? I turn myself to do a 360, and see no one. But, if I'm not mistaken, as I turn around from my bedroom, I see  something dull, and tall zip across the room. I believe my eyes were just playing tricks on me, as well as my head.

I'm only seeing and hearing things. Deciding that it'd be best to get my stuff in my room, I throw my bag on my bed, slam my door shut, and run down the spiral staircase.

"Alice? Hey, Hun. Come here please!" My mom yells . I halt and bite my lip. Where the hell is this place my mother is at?

Turn to your left.

My eyes squint. I'm just hearing things. I just decide to head left. I walk for what seems like forever, but I soon hear my Mom and Dad's laughter fill my ears.

"Yes?" I ask, leaning against a wall.

"Can you bring these boxes down to the basement, please?" Mom asks. She motions towards the two medium sized boxes lying down near my feet. I exhale deeply through my nose and nod.

"Sure." I agree.

"Thank you, Hun." Mom kisses my forehead.

I pickup the boxes and begin walking down the hallway, towards the basement. I had to put down the boxes so that I can open the door. When I do, darkness takes over my eyes. They flood the stairs.

I bend down and pick up the boxes again- my eyes never leaving the stairs. I hold the boxes on my leg and use my right hand to run over the wall for a light switch. I find it, and it flickers three times before turning fully on.

I gulp and begin making my way down the steps. Within each step I take, the steps creak. A gust of chilly air runs right through me. Goosebumps ride up on my skin, and I begin questioning why I agreed to bring these boxes down here.

I ignore the feelings of a presence in the basement with me, and try to find a good spot to put these damn boxes. I put them down harshly and wipe my hands on my jeans. I push back my loose hair and tuck it behind my ear.

Please don't be afraid of me.

Huh? Who would I be afraid of? Slowly, my eyes widen. Is someone in here with me? I slowly turn around, and I am met with ghost-like eyes.

Don't scream. Please.

When he, it, said that, my mouth was half-way open, and my eyes were widened. The ghost, or apparition is at least six feet tall. I can tell the guy was fit, or whatever it is and he has deep dimples along with curly hair. I can't decipher what color his eyes are. I bet they are beautiful.

"W-What are you?" I fumble with what I was going to say with this.. this thing.

I can be your worst nightmare, or a dream you wish you could live all over again.

He's talking to me? His voice is the one that I've been hearing this whole time? I blink my eyes and rub at them harshly. Maybe I am hallucinating. When I open my eyes, the guy is gone.

I freeze. One minute he's talking to me, or at least I think he was, and the next minute, he had vanished before my eyes. What is happening to me?

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I see the old Miley Cyrus playing Alice Dawson! Please, should I continue this story? I need some people commenting whether or not I should or not!