The Monster Downstairs

Your father is paranoid and locks every door and window each night out of fear of “the monster.” You think he’s crazy until you begin to hear voices whisper to you outside the window.

 

It was the middle of the night and I woke up to the sounds of doors slamming. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, wondering what was going on. I walked out of my bedroom and into the living room to see my Dad putting locks on the windows. “Dad, what are you doing?” He turned around quickly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” His look of terror soon turned to relief.

 

“Oh, sweetie. Did I wake you?”

 

“Ah, yeah, just a little. What are you doing?”

 

“We need to lock the doors and windows now.” Lock the doors and windows?

 

“Why would we ne-”

 

“There’s something out there,” he said quickly turning back to the window.

 

“Dad, is everything alright?” I asked eerily. He turned back, walked over to me, and grabbed my shoulders.

 

“Katie, sweetie, I need you to believe and trust me. Okay?”

 

“Okay, just tell me what’s going on.”

 

“There’s something out there. It’s…” His face turned cold.

 

“Dad? Dad, what is it?”

 

“Promise me, you’ll believe me.”

 

“Yes, I promise. Just tell me.”

 

“I was out in the woods earlier to take some photos and I found this unusual place. It was an old abandoned stone building that had vines growing all around it. When I walked in, the atmosphere felt different, like something dark was there.” I hoped so much that he was just joking around with me. He did that sometimes, but this time he was going pretty good with it.

 

I chuckled, “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?” He looked at me like I hurt his feelings.

 

“Katie, I am not joking around. This is serious.” I gulped and now wished that this was all a dream. “I went out an hour ago to get some night shots,” he said letting go of me and walking over to his camera. “Look for yourself,” he said handing me the big camera. I was not in the slightest prepared for what I was going to see on that screen. It was tall and lengthy. It looked like it was cover in black tar. And it’s eyes. I had never seen eyes to terrifying in my life.

 

I looked up, “Dad, what is this?”

 

“I don’t know, sweetie.”

 

“What are we go-” Then, we heard a piercing scream for what seemed like forever. I cover my ears, but it felt like that didn’t even help. The scream finally came to an end.

 

“Come on, Katie. We’re going up to the attic.” And with that, we both fled up to the spacious attic. Everything was dark. I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face. Then, out of nowhere, we heard noises downstairs. It sounded like someone was making a mess of everything. I couldn’t believe that any of this was happening to us. I’ve had asthma since I was three, and just my luck, it started to kick in. Dad noticed. “Do you have your inhaler? He whispered. I could only shake my head in response. “Everything is going to be alright, I promise.” We had been in the attic for 40 minutes. Whatever it was, was still rummaging downstairs and I still couldn’t get my breathing back to normal. Then, everything went quiet. “I think it might be gone. I’m going to go look quickly.” I tugged on his shirt, I didn’t want him to go. He was the only family I had left. “It’s okay, Katie. I promise, everything will be alright. I’ll be right back.” He slowly got up and walked to the door. He pushed it open and light filled the room. He slowly walked down the steps. I couldn’t hear anything from there. I laid my head against the wall and closed my eyes. “Katie, I have your inhaler,” Dad said walking back up the creaky steps. I opened my eyes, only to see that same horrific monster I had seen on the camera. His face was nearly touch mine. “You still th-” The black creature was about to grab a hold of me when I heard a gunshot. Then black guw splattered all over me. My Dad raced over to me. “Katie, sweetie, are you alright?!” Once again, I could only shake my head.    

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