Short Stories

something lives in my basement

I Need help, I'm currently in the hospital because I almost was killed by something not normal. I cant sleep and I swear I still hear the fucking thing call my name. It started with me getting a promotion but having to move to a new house. I was excited about a new chapter in my life and it was going well. That was till I started to hear my mom call for me from the basement. Which was impossible because my mom has been dead for 2 years. but I will swear up and down, what I heard was my mom but not her. 

The first time I heard it was after a long shift at the prison, I'm a guard there. I arrived home like normal and entered my house removing my tie and waist belt and tossing it onto the couch next to me. I made a V line for my fridge to get the Mexican out last night when I stopped mid-walk and turned to the open door to my basement. The way my home is set up is that the front door leads to a hallway that goes into the living room. To the left is the kitchen and to the right of the living room is my bedroom and bathroom. The basement door is inside the kitchen. I almost never go into the basement as it messes with my allergies with all the dust buildup down there. So seeing the basement door open, I thought right away someone broke into my house and went to my basement to hide. Without a second thought I opened the drawer next to the stove and reached in a hidden compartment and pulled out my 9mm. I stepped towards the basement door and reached in to the right of the door frame touching the one and only light switch. I flipped it on and to my relief I didn't see a man standing there in the dark. But I still needed to search the rest of the basement and I regret every fucking step I took to enter that place. Once making it down the stairs fully. I looked around at the empty shelves and boxes of my unpacked stuff. It was a small room maybe 10x20 feet. So there was no place to hide. The stairs themselves are concrete slabs so nothing can be under them. 

I cleared the room and found nothing unturned, or open like someone was searching through stuff. So I could relax somewhat. I was making my exit out of the basement when I saw a black hand reach around the corner and flip off the lights then slamming the door. When I say black, I mean midnight black, like someone went bathing in charcoal for 7 weeks black. Not human skin color. The seconds after felt like minutes or even hours. I lifted my 9mm and opened fire at the basement door trying to hit the intruder. Light shined into the basement from the bullet holes in the door. I slowly made my way up the stairs till I reached the basement door. I took a quick breath before busting through the door and looking around quickly while aiming my gun. But no one was there, I quickly made my exit and called the police as I watched my front door. They arrived fairly quickly, as my house was never the prison I worked at so it could have been an inmate that escaped. The police swiped the house and found no sign of anyone. I told them what happened. They wanted to know if I was fine. I was a bit shaken up but perfectly fine. It did help to be around murders all day.you get used to the feeling of danger around every turn. They left and said they would patrol the area, I left out the part that the person had midnight skin of course. After they left I went back inside and continued what I was doing for the events before playing out. I popped my mexican food into the microwave, while I was waiting on it to be done I heard my mom say "hello honey." In a second I was facing the door of the basement where I heard the faint whisper. I hesitated for a moment and waited to see if I was just hearing things. This is when I heard my mom voice say "honey?" In a blink of an eye I grabbed my 9mm and rushed down into the basement after flipping on the light. I stared down the concrete stairs and yelled "who ever is down there best come out now and get the fuck out of my house before I open fire." I heard nothing but the silence, not even the crickets outside. I ran down the stairs near breaking my neck at the bottom as I aimed the gun around ready to shoot anything that dared move. Fortunately, like last time, there was nothing there. This time I rushed back up the stairs leaving the light on and slammed the door of the basement. I pinned my back against the door and took several deep breaths as I noticed while in the basement I held my breath. This is when my heart left my chest, a loud binge went off and I shot up the microwave. It sparked and smoked, while cursing under my breath I got to my feet and walked to the microwave opening it to see my Mexican food became a burrito of glass and metal. So I trashed the microwave and my supper. I decided to go to bed after eating a double layered bologna cheese sandwich and watching tv to relax my nerves.