Sometimes in life you find things that may make little sense. So much so that it may break your brain and confuse your mind. But what does one do when confronted with such horror? Would they venture further in their curiosity, or will they flea and never look back?
Checking out a new house is something you always want to do, especially after paying for it and moving your stuff inside. Sure, you may see the basics when they show it the first time, but when you agree to live there, you want to see its interesting spots and blemishes. It's a strange way to find comfort in it.
Upon looking around, the curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to see my new basement. I looked around for the doorway leading to it and found it in the kitchen just past the entrance from the kitchen. I turned the clunky knob and heard the door squeak as it swung open.
Using the wooden steps, I made my way down to the basement, flipping the light switch along the wall about halfway down. A single bulb lit up the large space, giving me just enough light to see what surrounded me. The basement smelled musty. The faint smell of something rotten was baked into the walls with age.
The basement was bare, except for a few spare boxes left over from the move. I looked around, as I'd never really got a good look at the place since I bought it. The walls were lined with unpainted brick, a handful of which had begun chipping away. I figured later on, I could do some painting down here.
I turned around, making my way back to the staircase when I found some kind of doorway outline against the far wall. How did I miss this? I quickly made my way to it, seeing if it would open. Upon inspection, there was a wooden door frame with a white slab of stone that had been painted over and made to fit within the frame. It was sealed, leaving no way to get inside. If there even was an inside.
I made my way back up the stairs and into my living room, shutting the lights off and closing the door behind me. I could feel my stomach rumbling. I needed something to eat. I went to the kitchen and threw open the fridge and looked over all I had within. It was about as empty as that basement.
I grabbed my phone and ordered something from the nearest pizza place. As I waited for my order to be ready, I tried unpacking a few more boxes, finding a good place for everything. I listened to music as I did it to make time go by a little easier.
After what felt like a few minutes, I glanced over to the clock and saw it was a little past time for me to go get my food. I threw my headphones off and raced out to the car.
Carrying my pizza inside, I could smell the grease and the cheese off of it, making me crave a bite even more. I sat the food down on my cluttered table, careful not to knock anything off. I grabbed a paper plate, threw open the box and grabbed a slice, the melted cheese oozing off each slice.
I took a bite of it and believed it to be some of the best pizza I'd had for a while. I took my plate and made my way to the couch, figuring I could watch some television while I ate. As I was walking over, I felt something below my foot. There was some kind of strange indention in the carpeted floor. I sat my pizza on the nearest table and felt around on the carpet. There was some kind of door frame. I felt around in the center of it and heard a bit of a creaking as I pressed down.
I knew the landlord wouldn't be too happy with my next idea but I was too curious. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and carefully cut the carpet around the trapdoor to meet the wall. Once I had enough free, I began peeling the carpet away. It came free rather easily. I looked down at the wooden doorway, searching for some kind of way to open it, as there was no handle. I felt around and eventually just grabbed my knife, dragged it around the edges of the door, and pried it up.
The door threatened to bend my knife but I fought against it. Upon opening the door, I saw the handle had been placed on the inside. But why? Was someone trapped down there?
I saw a cement staircase and made my way down into the dark void. I grabbed my phone about halfway down and turned on the flashlight. It felt like an eternity but I finally reached the bottom of the stairs. I looked around to find a small cemented prison with chains on the wall, connected to the arms of a rotted corpse. The smell was horrid, like a can of fish that had been opened well after its expiration date. I turned back to the staircase to find that the opening above me had been sealed off. I charged to the top and grabbed the handle to force the door open.
Above me I could hear footsteps furiously scurrying around. Someone had locked me down here.
Checking out a new house is something you always want to do, especially after paying for it and moving your stuff inside. Sure, you may see the basics when they show it the first time, but when you agree to live there, you want to see its interesting spots and blemishes. It's a strange way to find comfort in it.
Upon looking around, the curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to see my new basement. I looked around for the doorway leading to it and found it in the kitchen just past the entrance from the kitchen. I turned the clunky knob and heard the door squeak as it swung open.
Using the wooden steps, I made my way down to the basement, flipping the light switch along the wall about halfway down. A single bulb lit up the large space, giving me just enough light to see what surrounded me. The basement smelled musty. The faint smell of something rotten was baked into the walls with age.
The basement was bare, except for a few spare boxes left over from the move. I looked around, as I'd never really got a good look at the place since I bought it. The walls were lined with unpainted brick, a handful of which had begun chipping away. I figured later on, I could do some painting down here.
I turned around, making my way back to the staircase when I found some kind of doorway outline against the far wall. How did I miss this? I quickly made my way to it, seeing if it would open. Upon inspection, there was a wooden door frame with a white slab of stone that had been painted over and made to fit within the frame. It was sealed, leaving no way to get inside. If there even was an inside.
I made my way back up the stairs and into my living room, shutting the lights off and closing the door behind me. I could feel my stomach rumbling. I needed something to eat. I went to the kitchen and threw open the fridge and looked over all I had within. It was about as empty as that basement.
I grabbed my phone and ordered something from the nearest pizza place. As I waited for my order to be ready, I tried unpacking a few more boxes, finding a good place for everything. I listened to music as I did it to make time go by a little easier.
After what felt like a few minutes, I glanced over to the clock and saw it was a little past time for me to go get my food. I threw my headphones off and raced out to the car.
Carrying my pizza inside, I could smell the grease and the cheese off of it, making me crave a bite even more. I sat the food down on my cluttered table, careful not to knock anything off. I grabbed a paper plate, threw open the box and grabbed a slice, the melted cheese oozing off each slice.
I took a bite of it and believed it to be some of the best pizza I'd had for a while. I took my plate and made my way to the couch, figuring I could watch some television while I ate. As I was walking over, I felt something below my foot. There was some kind of strange indention in the carpeted floor. I sat my pizza on the nearest table and felt around on the carpet. There was some kind of door frame. I felt around in the center of it and heard a bit of a creaking as I pressed down.
I knew the landlord wouldn't be too happy with my next idea but I was too curious. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and carefully cut the carpet around the trapdoor to meet the wall. Once I had enough free, I began peeling the carpet away. It came free rather easily. I looked down at the wooden doorway, searching for some kind of way to open it, as there was no handle. I felt around and eventually just grabbed my knife, dragged it around the edges of the door, and pried it up.
The door threatened to bend my knife but I fought against it. Upon opening the door, I saw the handle had been placed on the inside. But why? Was someone trapped down there?
I saw a cement staircase and made my way down into the dark void. I grabbed my phone about halfway down and turned on the flashlight. It felt like an eternity but I finally reached the bottom of the stairs. I looked around to find a small cemented prison with chains on the wall, connected to the arms of a rotted corpse. The smell was horrid, like a can of fish that had been opened well after its expiration date. I turned back to the staircase to find that the opening above me had been sealed off. I charged to the top and grabbed the handle to force the door open.
Above me I could hear footsteps furiously scurrying around. Someone had locked me down here.
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