I’ve always been afraid of the dark. As a child, I would insist on leaving a nightlight on in my room, and as an adult, I’ve always made sure to keep a lamp or two lit in my home. But it wasn’t until I moved into my new house that my fear turned into something more sinister.
The house was a charming little cottage on the outskirts of town, with a cozy fireplace, a wrap-around porch, and a spacious backyard. It was everything I’d ever wanted, and the price was too good to pass up. But from the moment I stepped inside, I knew something was off.
At first, it was just the little things - a floorboard that creaked when it shouldn’t have, a draft that seemed to come from nowhere. But then the strange noises started.
It was always at night, after I’d gone to bed. I’d hear faint scratching sounds coming from the walls and vents, like something was trying to claw its way inside. At first, I tried to convince myself that it was just the house settling, but the sounds continued, night after night.
Then there were the shadows. They would move when they shouldn’t have, darting across the walls and floors when I wasn’t looking. And then there was the cold breath on the back of my neck. It was like someone was standing right behind me, watching me.
I tried to ignore it, to tell myself it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. But then I found out about the previous owner.
He disappeared without a trace, leaving behind nothing but rumors and whispers. Some say he went crazy, others say he was taken by something in the house. I thought it was all nonsense until one night, I heard a voice whisper in my ear, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
I turned around, but there was no one there. But I could feel a presence, something watching me from the shadows. I tried to run, but I couldn’t move. It was like I was frozen in place.
That’s when I saw it. The entity that had been living in my basement all along. It wasn’t human, that much was clear. Its limbs were twisted and contorted, and its eyes glowed a sickly red.
It told me that it had been waiting for someone like me, someone who was afraid of the dark. And then it reached out with one of its twisted limbs and grabbed me.
I was trapped, with no escape in sight. But then, there was a sudden flash of light. I heard shouting, and the entity disappeared in a puff of smoke.
When the light faded, I was surrounded by police officers. They told me that they had been investigating the previous owner’s disappearance and that they believed they had finally found the culprit.
It turned out that the previous owner had been experimenting with dark magic, trying to summon a demon from the depths of hell. But he had failed, and the demon had been trapped in the basement, waiting for someone to set it free.
I was lucky to have survived, they told me. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still down there, waiting for its next victim. And I knew that I would never be able to live in that house again, not after what I had experienced.
So I moved out, leaving everything behind. I tried to put the whole thing behind me, to forget the entity in the basement and the horrors I had witnessed. But it wasn’t that easy.
The nightmares started soon after I left. I would dream of the entity, its twisted limbs and glowing red eyes. I could feel its breath on the back of my neck, its cold fingers closing around my throat.
I tried to tell myself it was just a dream, but the fear stayed with me, always lurking just beneath the surface. And then, one day, I received a call.
It was from the new owner of the house. He told me that he had experienced some strange occurrences, that he had heard scratching sounds coming from the walls and vents, that he had seen shadows moving in the corners of his eyes.
I knew then that the entity was still down there, waiting for its next victim. And I knew that I had to do something to stop it.
So I went back to the house, armed with nothing but my own fear and determination. I made my way down to the basement, my heart pounding in my chest.
There it was, the entity, waiting for me. But this time, I wasn’t afraid. I stood my ground, facing it head-on.
And then, something strange happened. The entity’s twisted limbs began to untangle, and its eyes lost their sickly glow. It was like it was fading away, disappearing into the shadows.
And then it was gone, leaving nothing but a faint whisper in my ear. “Thank you,” it said.
I never went back to the house after that, but I knew that the monster, demon or whatever it was, was gone for good.
And I knew that I had finally conquered my fear of the dark.