Basement -Original Story-

It didn't turn out how I want. But I was writing for the sake of writing.
Criticism appreciated. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 1



I didn't mean to do it. It wasn't supposed to turn out this way.
I tried covering up all traces of the incident, but its stench... People suspect things, they come by here scoping out my estate. They'll figure it out.
No, it's fine. I'll take care of them like the others. I just have to wait.


He came with the police. A man from down the street. I've never seen him before, but he came here. They wanted to look around the house, I tried not to let anything seem... suspicious. They went down stairs, into the basement. They said they smelled something. I closed the door behind the cops. I threw the man with them.
I heard it again. I hate the sounds of their screams, their efforts to fight, their bones snapping.
It smells again.


I had to throw more into the basement. They won't leave me alone. It's sleeping now, though. It's fine for now.


I live in a small town. By a small town, really. It's just the few of us, and the forest separating us from civilization.
I'm alone now, but they'll wonder. Wonder why no one goes to town anymore. I have to leave soon.
It's sleeping again.


I hear it. Beating itself against the door, screaming at me. Screaming for me. When will it be happy? How can I please it?
I can't leave it. It's mine. I'm special to it. I can tell.
I'll leave with it. We'll go to another town, we'll start over.
It'll live in the basement, and I'll live with it.

It's screaming louder.
Oh, it broke the door. It's coming to me. It stopped screaming, maybe it was scared of the dark. The light is better, I can see it clearly.
I'm going to go now.
We have another life to start.


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