It’s been a few years since we moved here, and everyday since at exactly 10pm we’ve been hearing some noises from the locked basement, to get into some context of our situation, me and my roommates moved to Colorado for a beautiful opportunity in our life but it fell through shortly after we moved here, seems a lot of things have been. When we first moved here we were told not to go into the basem...

Deep inside the basement, the main character smelled a mixture of rotten meat and decaying potatoes. He was confused, he doubt his family store meat since they’re all vegans. He explored deeper inside the basement and closer to where the noise came from. Suddenly he felt he step on something soft and squishy , he look at the floor it’s a mice. In front of him was a large amount of mice on the floo...

Sitting on my front porch, in the night air I heard this sound. As I stand up I pick up my torch as I start heading to the sound I hear. The unknown is scary but as i creap closer and closer to the sound it seems to pause. I stop and think should I continue down to the creepy, dark, musty basement of mine where the sound is coming from. I head down the steps first them right after me my girlfriend...

The lights are out, and the banging and crashing in the basement is getting louder. I can’t avoid it anymore. I have to go down there.

The flashlight gives halos of light around the periphery of my path; it’s old and giving out. Just like my vision. Just like my heart.

I slowly make my way down the stairs. This is asinine. I’m an old man. I can’t do anything about what I’d find. I need to call t...

Olga decided to explore the house to find the source of the noise. Tick-tock, tick-tock, she first thought it was a clock, but there were no clock in the house, especially not in the basement, from where the noise seemed to come from. She got down the stairs and remembered the bulb burned out just a few days ago, so she grabbed a torch, the one she used to go to camp with and started to walk towar...

Holding a torch in front of them, Julia and her friends vicky and noor decide to explore the basement to find out what was making that noise. After the first attempt Julia and her friends were hesitant to go down the stairs but they did manage to get down a bit but not all the way down the stairs. They went back upstairs, it was pitch black. The lights had went off after flickering for a while. Ho...

My parents have decided that it’s best to move out. I really don’t want to, especially since it’s the beginning of my sophomore year. I already spent all of last year making new friends, and now I’m just gonna have to start all over? It really pisses me off. But of course, I’m only 15. So technically, I can’t move out yet.

“George!” my mom yells from the kitchen, impatiently waiting for a respon...

That basement. The only place left to look. So I take my torch and tread gently down the stairs. All I can see is a wall where the stair turns left to enter the basement. All is quiet as I begin to approach that turn in the stairs, endeavouring not to make a noise. Not a chance. The stair creaks and I hear an answering noise. Just a rustle. Rats?

I stop and listen, switching off my torch. Nothing...

I look up from the work unfocused. That noise played out it’s melody again, drawing my attention to it’s place in the basement. The sound consisted of a few taps and a vacuous slurping; it had driven me mad. Although my work only minorly suffered, I needed to find out what was making all the ruckus. I guessed it had to be a loose pipe dribbling into my dark basement. I could hire a plumber, or, as...

“That’s it!”

Freya shouted angrily as she paused her show and got up from her warm nest on the couch. She stomped to her desk muttering to herself about squirrels.

She rummaged through her junk drawer until she found the miniature torch hiding near the back. She made sure it turned on and stomped back to the basement entrance.

Ever since moving in a few weeks ago, Freya had heard a scurrying...