Down the Stairs
I’m not really too fond of my Aunt Clara. She’s strange, and bossy, and smells a bit funny. She also has a lot of cats.
However, when my parents went up north for work, they left me at Aunt Clara’s house. Despite all of my protests, they held on to the argument that she is our only relative within locality. They mentioned a few other reasons, which I am sure were probably reasonable, but I also have my very reasonable reason for not wanting to be sent to my Aunt Clara’s house.
Her house is scary. It has two floors and a basement. However, since she is the only one who lives in that house, save for here horde of feline army, most of the house remained unmaintained. Some areas are closed off, and some have dirt and dust thicker than a three-layered sandwich. As for the basement… Well, the basement… That’s the scariest part.
The last time I went there, which was five years ago – I was only eight years old back then – the basement was locked. Aunt Clara forbid me to even go near there. I sneaked around late that night and almost wet myself when heard strange scrapings and thumping in there. Needless to say, I ran away from that doorway, straight to my room, and I can’t quite remember how I managed to sleep.
I’m still morbidly curious about that basement. Whatever in the world could she be keeping under there?
I try to kid myself that it is probably just more cats. That may be where she keeps the more rabid ones…
We arrived at Aunt Clara’s house where, where she, and my parents exchanged stories, questions and instructions. I have a feeling most of it involved me. While they were busy with their pleasantries, my eyes wandered off into the basement door.
To my surprise, I saw a key inserted in the knob!
Aunt Clara must have forgotten about it when she came to answer the door. I slowly stood up from my seat and pretended to go near a cat. I pocketed the key after locking the door, as to avoid any suspicion.
I dared myself that by tonight, I’ll know the secret of Aunt Clara’s basement.
That night, I sneaked out the room and went to the basement door. I took out the key, and after checking for any signs of my dear, old Aunt, I inserted the key.
As soon as I placed the key, I heard a faint thud by the stairway!
My heart skipped a beat as I feared it was my Aunt. I froze in place, not knowing what to do. Then I noticed a pair of green eyes looking at me.
“Meow!” It said.
I let out a sigh of relief as I found out it was one of my Aunt’s cats.
I returned to my business and slowly unlocked the door. The way down was dark. I flipped on the light switch and a weak glow from the light below can be seen from stairs.
I slowly went down, and to my surprise, I saw the basement, which gave me nightmares for weeks.
It was empty. Nothing. It was just a huge expanse of empty floor.
I scratched my head as I chuckled. There was nothing to be afraid of!
I suddenly heard a sound from the far corner of the basement. I slowly walked over, fearing that one of my Aunt Clara’s cats may have followed me down. I can’t just go out and leave it locked in here…
I checked the place, and saw nothing, except for the closet door, which was slightly ajar.
I peeked in and saw nothing. I was starting to feel afraid. Then I noticed that the closet has another door inside it! And it was unlocked.
“Whatever could this be?” I thought to myself.
My curiosity got the better of me,and I pushed it open. I was more surprised to find a staircase leading down.
Weren’t I in a basement? Where could this possibly lead to?
A lot of other questions were jumping around in my head, but out of them, one was leading the polls – should I go down?
Anyone with a sane mind would have probably left it alone… But I chose to go down the stairs.
There were no light to guide me, so I had to feel the steps as I went down.
I was almost pitch black when I reached the center, and yet, a warm glow seemed to be coming from bottom of the stairs. I thought that it might have been my eyes starting to adjust.
I reached to bottom, and to my amazement, saw a huge expanse of corridors. There are tunnels right under my Aunt Clara’s house! The tunnels go as far as I can see. I wondered if it was empty. Suddenly hearing noises,made me realize I was not alone. I tried to slowly go up the stairs, when I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders. I looked at it and saw giant claws holding on to me. A scary-looking creature, almost twice my height had me by the shoulders and was not letting me go.
It effortlessly lifted me, and took me in a cage.
Time seemed to have passed a lot and did not know how long I was held captive. I wrote down everything I knew and tried for ways to send it to the outside.
If you are reading this, warn everyone! There are monsters tunneling underground. Their network is already extensive. There are many of them. My fate as of you reading this is uncertain. Who – or what my Aunt Clara is, is also unknown.
I pray it is not too late.
Writing Prompt based of “Down the Steps”