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 basement and being curious teenagers we tried and tried again. But this door is stealed like no other, it took us years to even make it budge but we were persistent because we needed to know what these sounds were. They were like screaming? But almost as if it was farther than just the basement like there was somewhere else that room led to, we tried to contact the landlord and no luck. We honestly haven’t heard from him in months and that’s why today we decided it’s time to do what we’ve been trying so hard for. We looked up stories about this place to see if maybe others knew but the reviews are all weirdly positive.. too positive if that makes sense. Me and my roommate and a couple of friends we normally hang out with at our flat all got together to figure this out, we began pulling and prying on the door but no budge, we didn’t want to try at night because that would’ve been too difficult, we gave up and all had a few drinks, 10pm roll around and that door is cracked but won’t budge anymore. We’re all feeling a pretty good after awhile and laughing but then, the sound from the locked door gets louder. There’s a storm rolling in and the lights have been flickering for the last 20 minutes, our drunk selves obviously had to investigate, our friend John goes over to the door and screamed “you don’t scare me spirts” and just like that the power went out, knowing John and how he can’t hold his liquor his fear is still unseen. He grabs a match and lights one of the little wall torches, I always have thought it was weird that this hallway has torches, but it’s an older house so I didn’t think much of it, we all thought John was too drunk so we pulled him away and he just kept arguing that this is the night we planned it is when it’ll happen. Then the next second we heard a lock click. The door came wide open and I stepped forward because I was the most obviously sober person here, I grabbed the torch off the wall and began to walk down the stairs. I look back up to the top on my 4th step down and seen everyone watching me, I knew I couldn’t turn back now because then John would have to do it, I began to walk down a few more steps and that’s when I heard the sound again, I felt my body trembling and the floor shake from how loud it had seemed this time, I finally reach the bottom and the door at the top slams pushing John and Alison inside they scream “Hailey?” I turned around and realized there was torches on the walls descending into the basement I lit them up and the growls got louder. Alison says “Hailey.. I think we should go back, but I knew we couldn’t. The door wouldn’t open before and it sure as hell won’t now we need to figure this out, we get to a hallway at the bottom of the stairs and on the walls was engraved stones with a weird language none of us understand, Alison studied Latin for 4 years and could make out some of the words but the fear in her eyes told me I should just keep walking. We reach another door and then a smell hits us, John vomits and screams that we need to leave now. I turn around and there is a man crawling on the floor covered in this slimy mess. His eyes are bloodshot and he looks malnourished, he opened his mouth and says “you shouldn’t have came here”, I would recognize that voice anywhere, “it’s our landlord” I say with fear in my chest, Alison finally sees one of the little engraved stones and it’s a grave stone “ITS A Crypt” Alison shouts, I look away and in one second the landward lunges at John pinning him by his throat, “I told you not to come here and now you can’t leave”, Alison screams and drops her torch lighting the satin curtain hanging from wall, the landlord doesn’t seem to like that she damaged his property and he drops John and screams “you’ll all pay for this” alison falls to her knees in shock because now he’s right in front of her he opens his mouth and says “I’ve been waiting for years for this moment you just had to have a little courage or I know you’ve been too scared, your friends love is what will end you alison” he pulls her forward and snaps her neck right in front of us, breathing heavily John gets up and grabs the landlord trying to buy me enough time to get out “RUN HAILEY” he screamed but the landlord can’t let that happen. He threw John into the wall and being how under the influence he was I couldn’t get away, the landlord grabs me and says “you’re the one I’ve always adored Hailey, you are to blame for their deaths not me”, he drags me back to the basement along with John, I knew I had to get out I needed to for John. I managed to escape his slimy grasp and I make a run for it lighting up the entrance to the basement with the torches that were along the walls, “I managed to escape! I knew I could” I said as I got to the top. I looked down and he has John’s lifeless body, he begins to pull his bones out of his skin like he’s just a sack of skin, he screams “don’t forget me” in this ungodly voice he begins to pull John’s flesh around his own wearing it like a suit. “PLEASE STOP” I screamed as I watched John’s body rip apart, my friends stsrted opening the door and by this point my friends body is halfway on and there’s blood everywhere, the landlord walked up a few steps and said “I’ll always be with you Hailey” and I’ll never forget how much his voice sounded just like John’s. The door opened more and the landlord retreated bsck to the door at the end of the hallway, my friends pulled me out and asked where the others were but I was in shock, I finally snapped out of it when Leah and mark wanted to go find them. They could never go down there. I called the police and they searched everywhere and turns out the landlord never existed, and there was nothing in that basement, that’s probably why I am where I am now. They’ll never believe me, I’ll never trust them! He could still be here he’s always here….always with me.