I shouldn't be here. Of course, I already knew that, since my uncle would always tell me not to come down here, but this time I had to. This time it wasn't just weird voices and bangs coming from the basement, there were screams too.
My heart was pounding as I slowly slid my hand down the banister. I couldn't tell if I was trembling from the freezing air that tore into every crevice of this place, or from the terror of being caught.
My uncle had grown into a bitter and spiteful man ever since his wife died in a freak accident. Along with their unborn son.
Or at least, that's what Monacca used to tell me. Monacca was our local librarian, who would help me out in small ways and tell me these amazing stories. She was the closest person i had to a friend when i was younger, and she was one of the sweetest people i knew.
But that doesn't really matter now, not since we moved out.
Scared to even breathe, I tried to shake off any unwanted thoughts about going into the basement and finding out whats down there. My legs stiffened with every step and I was finding it harder and harder to carry on.
My uncle was never a gentle man, and if he found out I was down here...
I shivered and tried to shake off that thought, before carrying on down the steps, like a soldier heading to battle. The silence felt deafening, like an invisible pressure on my eardrums; the only thing i could hear were my clumsy footsteps echoing on the floorboard, and my shallow breaths.
I tried peering into the gloom, but could see nothing. That didn't stop me from being extremely paranoid though.
It probably would have been better if i left this till tomorrow, when my uncle had to go to his job, but when i heard that blood-curdling scream...
I couldn't just let them stay here. They needed urgent help.
