The floorboards creak after every step that Jeff makes, and the hinges of the door to the cellar whine as he swings it open. He flicks the switch and the light flickers to life, the first thing he saw was the pool of blood. He took two steps forward to investigate, when something brushes by his foot, he looks to the left, then to the right that’s when he saw a body not just some random person's body, his body. Before he could turn and run, the light bulb flickers its last light and everything went black, the only light in the room was coming from the door, he turned and took a step forward and the door slammed shut. Blackness. A minute past and that's when the whispers started.
The old door handle rattled as Jeff tried to get out, then something brushed past his foot again. He stopped trying to open the door so he sat down. His back lurched, then he fell limply to the ground. As his spirit left his body, the room was illuminated with light and his spirit saw a small furry ball on legs drag his now dead body, in its mouth, into the pool of blood.
Liam, a 20 year old man, was walking up the path to his house when he saw the small bloody foot steps leading up to the partially open door. Instead of going to his neighbor's house or to the local police, he walked into his house and followed the footsteps down to his basement. He was standing at the door frame when he saw the pool of blood, he turned and ran out the front door only to find he was now standing in the middle of his basement, the whispers start. The only light was coming from the door, then as he was turning the door slammed and the room was plunged into darkness.
Something brushed past his foot he spun round sweeping his leg out in front of him he hit something and it growled. “It’s angry now,” he said to himself. He shuffled forwards, that’s when he heard a splash. When he realised it was the blood he jumped back only to find something brushing past his foot again. He stumbled back and tried turning on the light it flickered a few times, dimly lighting up the room. It then stopped altogether and once again the room was plunged into darkness. He tried opening the door but the door handle wouldn’t budge. Liam then gave up hope and followed the wall to a corner and slid to the floor then fell on his side, then like Jeff his spirit saw the small furry ball on legs dragging his corpse to the pool of blood.
Trevor, a retired F.B.I agent, is going down to the basement with his torch to change the always flickering lightbulb. Trevor’s shoes make a tapping sound on the granite tiled floor, the door creaks as he opens the door. The walls are lined with various brands of wine and beer bottles, and the floor has a soft carpet. When Trevor shines his torch to the far end of the room he sees the red stain on the carpet, he curses slightly and carries on with his first task. As he walks under the light bulb the door slams shut the only light is coming from Trevor's torch. And then the whispers started.
Something brushes past his foot, he swung the torch the way it was moving, he utters a sigh of relief it was just the cat. The cat meows and starts scratching the door and something else brushes past his foot, he swings his torch to the cat… It’s still and lifeless he scans the room, nothing. A minute past and that’s when the whispers started. Something brushed past his foot again and again then it stopped. Maybe he imagined it but there it was again he backed into a corner the whispers were starting to annoy him he swept the room with his torch once more and then he found it, the brown fluffy ball on legs it gave a shriek and then turned into dust. The door swung open but the cat remained dead. He went to investigate the red stain in the carpet he knelt down to find that the stain wasn’t any wine or beer but blood.
Trevor was in shock, how was he going to explain to explain the cat to the Mrs? and what was that thing. He decided to go upstairs and watch the golf. when he got up stairs he got a meatloaf sandwich and sat down in his lazy boy recliner. Once he’d finished his sandwich he turned on the radio and turned off the tv, he looked down his shirt was covered in crumbs he closed his eyes to the sound of Beethoven's Fur Elise then his heart stopped.
The End
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