The Boy In The Basement// h.s AU✅

TBITB|| VII

Chapter Seven of 'The Boy In The Basement':

I looked all around me. This place seemed so familiar, though I've never seen it before. Strange. I was standing near a forest, with a small river passing by. I looked all around, and even looked down to see what I was wearing.

A plain white flowy dress. The bust area was lace, but you couldn't see through it. I wore no shoes, so I must've been taking a stroll in the woods to clear my head. My hair was pinned back with bobby pins, and a white flower was also placed in my hair.

I was beginning to smile when I heard crying. I scrunched my eyes together in confusion, wondering why someone would be out here crying. "Hello?" I called out as I strolled through the woods. I tried my best not to step on any twigs as I walked.

That's when I saw a girl, probably in her mid twenties, on top of a high branch. She had a rope tied around her neck, and that rope connected to the tree branch she was on. She was going to hang herself!

"Get down from there!" I yelled to the girl as I took off sprinting to the girl. She looked at me and smiled. She said something along the lines of, "I'm going to see my family now." I wasn't quite sure because she was already hanging herself.

Being woke up from my dream. I looked all around me, but no one was there. Who was that girl? And why was she committing suicide? I fell back on the bed and stared up at my ceiling.

"Alice! Breakfast is ready!" I heard mum yell to me. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. I yanked the blankets off from me and began walking downstairs.

Dad was seated at the kitchen table with a newspaper in hand. "Morning, sweetie." Dad said from behind the newspaper. I smiled and nodded at me. "Morning dad." I greeted. "Hi, hun." My touched my back and smiled at me as she handed my a plate with eggs, toast, and bacon.

I sat down at the table and began helping myself to the food before me. "Alice, we are going to the school today to get you registered," Mum broke the news to me. It hasn't felt like a week.. Oh, wait, She told me this Friday. It's Monday as of right now.

"Okay." I sighed, knowing I won't be able to get out of it. I finished the rest of my breakfast and headed upstairs to my room. I haven't heard from Harry in awhile. I wasn't going to question it either.

That dream I had this morning ended up drilled in my head once again. I still didn't understand the dream. Was it a message? Or was it rather a sign that something bad was bound to happen? What if it already happened?

I shook my head. I wanted to get these thoughts out of my head. And thinking about them, and the possibilities, is not helping at all.

I walked to my closet and rummaged through the racks, trying to find the perfect outfit for me to wear. I ended up pulling out black skinny jeans, and a long sleeved white shirt. It feels like I'm slowly inheriting Harry's signature style.

As I was in the bathroom doing my hair and make up, I heard a laugh. It wasn't my mum or dad, because they have never laughed like that. And I know it wasn't Harry. The laugh was too high, and girly.

I just assumed that I was imagining things, so I ignored it and carried on to my makeup. The laugh sounded in my ears again. I slammed down my bottle of mascara, and looked around the bathroom. There was no one. I walked out in the hall. No one was there.

"Harry, you better not be messing with me." I warned and looked around. I got the chills. It wasn't pleasant either. It had evil lingering in it, and in my bones. I feel like I am slowly losing my mind.

"Come play with me," I froze at that voice. I have never heard that voice in my entire life. It sounded so real, yet it sounded so fake. It felt like this was a movie, and I'm just the dumb white girl trying to find the murderer in my house, and ends up getting killed.

"Harry. Knock it off." I growl. I closed the bathroom door and began walking up and down the hallway. Nobody was in any of the rooms, nor in the hallways at all. Who the hell is this person talking to me? Is it a demon inside my head?

"Harry is in the attic. He told me to get you," The kid voice whispered. I heard it, but it sounded like it was a mile away. "Why would he be all the way up there?" I asked. "Because." The kid whispered. I gulped and I began getting very worried.

I was walking back to my room. I opened my door and I almost screamed. There was a little girl around the ago of ten, sitting on my bed looking at me. She had long, light hair, dark eyes, and gray skin. I could see through her.

"Go upstairs. Harry is waiting for you." The girl voice whispered from behind me and into my ear. I jumped. It was the girl for sure, but, she was sitting on the bed. I watched her with wide, fearful eyes. I couldn't blink even if I wanted to.

The girl got up off from the bed and looked at me the entire time. "Follow me." She said, then she began skipping down the hallway to another flight of stairs. I nervously followed her. Am  I making the right choice? What am I even thinking?! And where is Harry?

It looked like no one has been up here for years. Well, the house is over two-hundred years old, I guess. But, there was dust everywhere, Spiderwebs, cobwebs, and creaky stairs. We started approaching a big, old, dusty, old door.

The little girl walked right through the door, disappearing right before my eyes. How many times is this going to happen to me? "Um, hello?" I asked and knocked on the door. The big heavy door opened automatically on my third knock.

My balled up fist was still lingering in the air as I searched the dark room. I could not see anything in that attic at all. As I looked back and forth, my eyes settled on very bright, red eyes in the middle of the room. I locked eyes with the eyes.

My feet were forced to walk forward, and I couldn't control my body at all. "Is this the one?" A dark, deep voice asked. I tried moving my eyes, but they acted as if they were glued to the red, burning bright eyes in front of me.

"Yes, sir." The kid voice said. My past of breathing increased, and I was becoming more frightened at each second. "Alice!" A familiar voice yelled. The red eyes that I have been staring at forever blinked, and I remember being pushed backwards, the door shutting in my face, and then me falling down the stairs. Then darkness.