The Bottom of the Basement Stairs

Charlie was in bed studying his biology homework when he heard a faint moaning sound coming from the basement. It was late at night. He wondered who would need to go to the basement at this hour. Curiously he walked down to the basement with a flashlight. As he walked he thought maybe it might be his dad looking for his tools he lost a few months ago, but why would he be looking for them in the middle of the night?

When he got to the basement door, he started trembling. The basement has always scared Charlie because when he was a kid, his older brother locked him in there when the power went out one day. His brother left him in there for a whole hour, when Charlie got out he swore to never go into the basement again.

The strange moaning sound turned into a loud continuous thump. Charlie's curiosity got the better of him, so he opened the door slowly. As it opened it made a loud creaking sound that made the surroundings very mysterious. Once the door was fully opened Charlie shined his flashlight down on the wooden stairs. Charlie stood over the stairs as the the thumping noise got louder and louder. His heart beat beated faster, then suddenly the noise stopped.

Charlie's heartbeat sped up as he stood in silence. He crept down the stairs hopping that nothing would be standing in the middle of the room. As soon as Charlie reached the bottom of the stairs he could hear a sound: a noise that sounded as if you were scratching nails on a chalkboard. Charlie stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs. He wanted to run up stairs to his room and hide under the covers, but he couldn't. It was almost as if someone or something was holding him in place.

The flashlight started flickering. A loud humming noise was ringing in Charlie's ear. He covered his ears with his hands tightly, hoping that the noise would go away. He closed his eyes. The noise got louder and louder, pounding in Charlie's ears. His ears started bleeding. The blood was dripping down his arm. When he tried to open his eyes, it was pitch black, he was basically blind. Then everything stopped. There was no sound, no movement, and nothing to see.

Charlie layed there on the floor at the bottom of the stairs curled up into a ball. He did nothing, he didn't move, speak, or even call for help. He was too terrified to do anything. Charlie stayed there with the blood dripping down his face. His eyes were wide open, he couldn't see anything even if his eyes could adjust to the light. Charlie was blind and deaf.

Charlie's body started to rot. His skin was beginning to look like someone had beat it with a bat, all bruised and soft. He could feel everything that was happening. He screamed and cried for help, but nobody came. He stayed there not able to move his body. The bruised skin started to slowly peel and fall off. He sat there and waited for it to be over but it never ended. He stayed there at the bottom of the basement stairs until his bones dissolved. Throughout that time he stayed there fully awake. He could feel every fly that landed, every bit of skin falling off, every painful feeling in the world. Sadness, anger, pain, loneliness, and hunger. He never knew what attacked him, he never wanted to know, and he will never know.  

A\N: Let me know if you liked it. I probably won't be making another one.