Hey everybody, I hope you’ve all been having a great weekend!
As I said in my last post, I’m trying something fun and exciting for October, and it’s going to be challenging myself to blog everyday this month!
As October is one of my favorite months of the year (besides June, because my birthday is pretty cool too 👌), I wanted to do something to challenge myself, but still have fun to honor the month in some way.
I’ll be doing reading and writing content still, but I want to branch out a bit a try some new things, as I have 31 days to work with, so why not?
I have some exciting posts lined up (at least, I think they’re exciting 😂) and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
To start off “Blog Everyday in October”, I decided to include a short story idea I had came up with a couple years ago (Specifically 10/28/16… just in case you were wondering… or cared🤣🤣). I was experimenting with writing horror for the fun of it, and came up with this snippet of a story idea I had.
On that note, I hope you enjoy!
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Strange things have been happening here for months. Actually, strange things have been happening here ever since I moved in. Mostly noises that can’t be explained, things that might seem paranormal, but since I don’t really believe in ghosts, I don’t think that’s it. Maybe there are some obnoxious neighborhood kids trying to mess with me, I have no idea. It’s gotten to the point where I decided I should record these occurrences, then maybe I’ll find some sort of pattern. Maybe I’ll find some answers.
1 AM:
A scratch comes from underneath my bed. I pass it off as the house being old and try falling back asleep.
1:15 AM:
I’m drifting off to sleep when I hear the scratch again. I’m wide awake again and irritated because I have to wake up early tomorrow for work. I try falling back to sleep.
1:20 AM:
I hear the scratch again and start sighing in frustration when I hear a giggle. My eyes snap open and my breath comes out in short spurts. I step out of bed to investigate.
1:30 AM:
I find nothing in my house. I must be imagining things, my lack of sleep making me delusional. If I could just fall asleep, I’ll be fine. I just need to calm down, it’ll be alright. There’s no one here but me.
2:00 AM:
I awake to the scratching again, but this time it’s louder and more persistent. I hear giggles interlaced along with it, and I can tell this time that I’m not imagining it. I realize that there’s one place that I haven’t looked. Just to be safe, I’ll write this down, so then if someone ends up finding this, they’ll know exactly what’s been
The investigator sighs, shaking his head and places the note back on the nightstand by the bed. He takes another look at the shredded mattress, peering down into the gaping human sized hole in the middle of it. Nothing can be seen in the inky darkness, yet his eyes keep searching, hoping he might be able to find some answers. A knock on the door causes him to look up and he finds his partner standing stiffly in the doorway.
“We found something,” she states, her gaze never leaving him.
“Where?”
“In the basement,”
It’s always in the basement, he thinks to himself, but out loud he says, “What did you find?”
She nervously clears her throat, and his eyes narrow. He knows how hard it is to make her nervous, especially after having worked in law enforcement for so long. She’s seen everything, and it’s made her tougher and harder to crack.
She bites her lip before answering him, “It might be easier for me to show you than to explain.”
He raises an eyebrow at her, but she turns and starts walking away, so he follows her out of the room and down the hall to a door that opens into the basement. They descend the stairs, his neutral face a mask for the pounding heart ricocheting in his chest. Finally after making it down stairs, the two of them pause in front of a scene that makes his blood run cold.
A hole about the size of a car door had been made in one wall of the basement, revealing another hidden room. It’s a small room, about seven feet by seven feet, with dirt walls and floor. A damp putrid smell fills the basement, mixed with the coppery scent of blood. A mussed up blanket is pushed up against one wall, and the corner of another blanket peeks out from behind a part of the basement wall that isn’t torn out. Taking a few steps closer, he peers around the wall and sees the body of the woman who lived in this house. She’s lying on top of the blanket, her blank eyes still open, but the terror she saw during her last moments etched all over her face.
He tries swallowing, but his mouth is dry, and so he starts coughing, which is when his partner turns back to him, “It appears the victim was dragged down through the tunnel leading up to her room, then murdered here.”
“And the killer?”
“Haven’t found ‘em yet,” She pauses for a moment, “We think that after the killer was done with the victim, they crawled back out the tunnel and escaped through a door or window in the house. We got people lookin’ right now.”
“How long do you think the killer’s been down here?”
“A week tops. We found some empty food wrappers and such, but not enough to sustain a person for much longer than that.”
“How did they get the food?”
“I dunno.”
“How did they get into the wall in the first place?”
“I dunno that either.”
His gaze hardens, “We need answers.”
“We haven’t found any explanations as to how some creep managed to sneak into her house without her knowing. Especially since she’s lived here for longer than it seems the killer has been. Honestly, it just doesn’t make sense how any human was able to do this.”
He kneels next to the body, looking it up and down, then whispers to himself, “Unless it ain’t human.”
“What did ya say?”
He shakes his head, “Nothin’. You stay here and see if the rest of the crew finds anything. I’m gonna head back to the station and check on some things.”
“What things?”
“Things that’ll help us with this case,” She opens her mouth to ask another question but he quickly interrupts, “I can’t say anything more than that. This might be a whole lot bigger and more complicated than we thought.”
Before she objects, he swiftly heads out of the basement, and through the house until he is out on the front porch. He stops for a second, puts his head into his hands and takes a few deep breaths. He’s definitely seen this kind of case before, and even though it’s been investigated for many years, there still hasn’t been any new information that can help them track down the killer, at least until now.
He rushes to his car, sliding into the driver’s seat and slamming the door shut behind him. Sweat trickles down his brow as he reaches into his front pocket and fishes out a folded piece of paper. He unfolds the paper, then reads the words of another person who suffered a similar fate long ago.
You lie in your bed,
Waiting for sleep to come.
You feel a chill,
Creeping up your spine.
You feel eyes cutting into you,
Staring into your very soul.
You open your eyes wide,
Look around the room,
And see no one.
You shake your head,
Tell yourself it’s nothing,
You drift back to sleep,
Until the scratching begins.
You realize where it’s coming from.
It’s from under your bed.
You then look underneath,
And into the eyes,
Of a man who isn’t a man.
“Unless it ain’t human,” he repeats to himself, the words hanging heavily in the air. He finally starts the car and drives away from the house, hoping this is the lead he’s been waiting for after all these years.
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Happy October, and I will see you tomorrow with a new post!
–Erin 🎃
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