The night everything changed
During a weekend, I had planned to have a sleepover at my friend’s house, and before we had split up, I told Beatrice about it. During the night, my friend who had invited me, got sick so we had to go home. My parents wouldn’t pick up the phone, so I decided to just walk, assuming that they were asleep.
When I got home, the house stunk. It smelled like something I had never smelled before. I slowly walked further into the house, at an almost creeping pace. As I walked through the house, I saw small splatters of something. Exactly what it was,it was too dark to tell. I walked into the basement to hand up my coat. The smell was getting stronger and stronger. Because of this, I turned on the flashlight on my phone. The floor of the basement was black, completely unlike the light gray it was before. For a minute, I hoped that my parents had just repainted the basement and redid the floors, but what I saw next, completely killed that thought.
I saw them. My parents, mangled and dead on the floor. They were covered in this strange oil-like ooze. I was frozen. I didn’t know what to do, except run. I started sprinting to the door, drifting a bit from side to side. I kept running for what seemed like an eternity. I finally saw the door, but as soon as I got close, it slammed shut. There I was again, completely frozen in the darkness.
One of the spare lights turned on. I had no idea how or why because it hadn’t been plugged in for years. It flickered a few times, but other than that, it was on at a steady bright tone of light. Slowly the Christmas lights, Halloween decor, and the other light up decorations started flashing. Slowly, and then faster, and faster. Almost as if it was a bomb about to go off at this point, the basement was flashing different colors and lighting up the whole place. That’s the first time I saw it. It was a lanky, somewhat humanoid creature with two legs and two arms, at least as far as I could tell. It had little to no face, and a mouth on its abdomen. The mouth had long and sharp teeth that almost looked like needles.
The ‘thing’ was sitting in the corner, in the darkest spot of the basement.
Before it saw me, I opened the door and ran as far as I could. I ran and ran. I ran for miles, until I finally reached my grandparents house. I told them everything.