i rose up in what persons would reflect a bad domestic. My mom
and dad were in a bad relationship and they did nothing but argue every day. My
mom would complain that my dad would stick in the basement almost every day and
never spend any time with me and my dad would always have the same response
that he’s doing research down there. The only problem was that we were
prohibited from going down to the basement. Three locks were built in to the
basement door and he kept as one key on his old key ring. The key had a undecided
blue sign at the lowest of it with a chocolate corroded landfill. However, my
mom finally got a hold of it somehow and that same day when I came home from
school dad suddenly told me she left us for another man. He seemed truly broken
and sunk in his misery so I tried acting I mean pretending to be normal at
first but I could not stop crying like a baby when I got back in my room.Basement
Afterwards
a few months of expressive failures my dad finally got ended it. Furthermore he
started to visit the basement more consistently to the point where I would feel
like lived alone. I kept thinking my dad was working very hard since I saw him
being very distraught after coming upstairs from the basement. I thought
everything was fine until, I started hearing noises at night. They were just
regular noises. It was kind of someone’s crying and scream of agony but the
most disturbing sound of all was the sound of growling like some kind of beast
would exist down in the basement. The next morning I complained to my dad but
he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about as he walked past me to
get ready for work. So I just shook it off assuming that he was watching some
horror movie down there or if I was just imagining the whole thing. I went back
to my room as it was the weekend; I was ready to catch up some Saturday morning
cartoons. vault
I turned on my TV and I got ready to change the channel, I heard a
familiar name the news reporter was naming over 40 missing people in our town
and my mom was one of those names they briefly showed her picture and
information. I was confused about who would file a missing person report for
because my grandparents both died in a tragic car accident years ago. She had
no siblings and my dad told me she left us for another man. I wanted to inform my
dad but soon I was concerned it would make him depressed again and in a way I was
still angry at her leaving us, so I ignored it and changed the channel. A few
minutes later my dad came in to tell me he was leaving for work. He gave me a
kiss on my forehead and informed me that he had been back later that night. After
he left, I invited my best friend Austin to come over. He then arrived shortly
after and we played a game on my PlayStation as we were about to plunge into
the game, we suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the basemen. What was
that Austin asked being confused? I don’t know my dad does some kind of
experiments down there. My Dads' Basement
It’s probably a rat or something. Austin looked amused.
No dude we can’t go down there my dad said so I said quickly bringing an end to
Austin’s excitement. It has no reason to doubt that Austin was disappointed. Then,
he asked for something to drink so I went to the kitchen to get some juice for
him. However, I was hit with a foul odor of something rotting as soon as I arrived
in the kitchen. I looked around to see what could be the cause of the smell and
I found that the basement door was cracked open. I went to close it but the
curiosity got the best of me. So I called Austin to help me investigate. We darted
down the stairs to the basement clenching our noses at that horrible smell. It
was dark until Austin found the light switch and quickly flicked it on. However,
we had to regret our decision instantly after we saw the inside of the
basement. There were persons droopy from hangers with accidental members lost. As
we were standing in horror Austin clenched my shirt strongly. I could see the
piles of faces and human remains contained within certain sections of the room
but the most disturbing and disgusting side of all was the cage in the dark
right corner of the room. The inside of it seemed to be a person sleeping at
first but as it looked up I quickly realized that thing was not a person. What is
that Austin shouted shaking with fear? I ignored his question to be more
specific I could not answer that thing was indescribably frightening. It looked
like a deformed human with its mouth filled with crooked and ragged teeth
covering a majority of its face. Its face pointed outward with creases where the
nose should be the eyes were bulging out of its head as it fixated its glance
toward Austin and me. Food it said to us slowly with excitement and a malicious
voice then it started clawing and stalking at the iron bars of the cage with its needle like
hands. In sat there in horror until, Austin grabbed my wrist. We ran up the
stairs scrambling for the escape and shut the door. After I made sure it was
perfectly locked I saw Austin sitting on the carpet floor with his knees to his
chest. Once we had a few moments of silence, I then finally realized what
really happened to my mom and those missing people in our town. At that instant
Austin muttered like this your dad he was feeding those people to that thing. Now,
what should I do know?