The Night Of The Demon

by Taylor J.

Alright so I will start by telling you that our house is over 100 years old. We have 3 floors including the basement where we have our dryer and washing machine down there. I have always been afraid to go down by myself. Because my grandma used to catch bats and suffocate them in jars down there and there are rooms that no one goes into anymore. Some of these rooms have doors that are stuck and cannot be opened.

Well one night my mother told me to get the laundry. "Can I take Maddie?" (my little sister)

"No", she replied. "You're such a chicken".

So I went down. The stairs creaked as I went and flicked on the light switch. I was going fast and almost done folding them when I heard one of the doors creak. I whipped around and there it was. It was about 7 feet tall and dressed in black. At first I thought it was some stranger. (Which by now I was screaming) But then I saw it's eyes. They were a glowing red. It hissed at me and was creeping closer.

By now it was about 16 feet away. It extended like claw hands that I shrank back from. Then I heard my mom running down the stairs. It hissed again (I think in annoyance) and then it winked at me! I screamed even louder then. Then it turned and ran back into the room and slammed the door. Mom came down and asked what happened. I told her but she didn't believe me.

She turned to the door that I had told her it went into and she pushed on it but it wouldn't budge. She told me to stop being a chicken. I am still forced to go down there but I always do it in the daytime. I haven't seen it but I have heard creaking from time to time. What should I do? Continue going down there?

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