Writing Prompt

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...

Of course, by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, the clanging had stopped. But she wasn't about to give up now. Elle held up the torch, mindful of the ceiling but trying to see as much of the tavern basement as she could. There was nothing down here but old crates and mildew. She moved the torch from side to side, walking forward slowly, more shuffling than stepping in her caution.

He...

'Hello?' I call out over the creak of the door. 'Is anyone there?'

Only the boiler grumbles in reply.

'Well.' I square my shoulders. 'Okay then.'

I flick on my torch with a satisfying click - I already checked, the main's light is broken - slanting a thin column of light down the stone steps.

Despite the cold welcome, I begin my descent. I won't give Frankie the satisfaction of seeing me cr...

I woke up because I heard knocking on the walls of my house. this echoed throughout the house. I leaned up my ears against the wall and realised it must’ve been coming from the basement. I attempted to flick the light switch on but it must have been a blackout. I grabbed the emergency torch from the cabinet in front of me and decided to investigate.

As I walked down the stairs, it felt all the ...

“Girl, you scarin’ me. Come in, come in.”

Within a few moments Tiana was ensconced on Shay’s comfy sofa with a blanket with a huge glass of red wine. Tiana’s hands shook as she held the glass.

“TiTi spill it,” Shay insisted.

Tiana downed the wine.

“It started three months ago when I went to that big commercial furniture convention in Chicago. I stayed at the Hyatt and my hotel room was nice bu...

The noise in the basement startled me out of deep sleep. I shook off my drowsy haze and grabbed my rifle and lantern. Turning on the light at the top of the steps, I went down quietly so I could surprise the intruder.

My lantern created shadows that were a little scary. I forced myself to face my fear and find out who had violated my space, my home, where I lived alone with agoraphobia. This was n...

It was a dark night. There was no moon to illuminate the paths. There were no streetlights on the road outside my house to give any form of visibility. The only thing that could be seen outside were the stars up in the blackened sky.

I was watching television in the living room, sitting on my wrinkled brown linen couch, trying to relax after my accounting duties. I flipped through channel after c...