The Boys In the Basement

chapter 4

I carry on adventuring this mysterious yet horrifying house. There's images I just want to forget planted in my memory. But curiosity always gets the best of me. This must be a mansion or I'm just walking slow is what makes it feel like it's taking forever to walk through. I wonder what happened here. Murders. Lots of it, probably. After seeing that poor and scary soul I'm terrified. But I want to know more about this place.

I walk into a big, circular room like a dome. The light from the setting sun is shining in the skyline windows on the ceiling and reflecting an old, beautiful chandelier. My Mother loved this kind of thing. The setting sun reflecting its colours off something that can give the colours a more dazzling shine and beauty. I shake my head to clear memories of her. She's dead! She's gone! If I want to keep strong then I better keep going.

I slowly walk in this weird and fancy room. There's no furniture. Just plants growing through the floorboards. I stand in the middle of the empty room and look up at the chandelier. I take this moment as a moment to cry. My Mother wasn't fond of scary things like abandoned places, but loved the way nature took over the abandoned area. She loved how when you see something abandoned and covered with leaves or plants made her happy at the beauty from it.

I close my eyes, my head still back and start crying. The tears roll down my face towards my ears. I'm hold in my sobs and let the tears silently slip out of my eyes and down the side of my face and into my messy brown hair. There's a sudden crashing sound. I open my eyes and when I open them, I'm staring at the ceiling. There's still a bit of light, but it's getting darker and fast. But the noise.

The chandelier moves and I stare at it. It moves like there is an imaginary rope tied to it and it's being pulled. There's a snapping sound and then the chandelier breaks. I gasp and run out of the way. I trip and I look behind me, hoping the chandelier doesn't crush me to death. I'm too shocked to think of moving out of the way. The chandelier crashes right beside me. I cover my face, feeling the shards of the broken glass stab my hands.

When it's all over, I slowly remove my hands and look around me. I'm lying in the middle of little broken shards of glass. I look to my left. There is the chandelier. Just two feet away from me. I slowly climb back up to my feet, my legs shaking. I ignore the pain of the glass on my hands and arms. I walk backwards, the sound of my feet crushing the glass even more. I slowly and carefully run my hand over my arm to knock off the shards of glass out of my skin. Blood then replaces the area where the glass was but I ignore it. I could be dead. But I'm still alive.

I turn around and leg it out of this mysterious and terrifying house. When I think about it, nothing was wrong with the chandelier. How long has it hung there? Why would it just fall when I entered the room and was standing under it? No, I'm just scaring myself. It probably just broke because it's old. I run past the dead body probably there for years and out of this building and into the dark cold forest.