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Posted by: SP4RT4N 070
This is a story i'm working on.
The Bed
A young twenty three year old man was moving into a house in a small rural town in South Dakota. The time is 11:00 o clock. Coming from the newly purchased house the man decides to go to the local gun store and take a look around. While looking at a Remington 700 model the store owner starts in the mans direction. He asks if he was going to use the rifle for hunting, the man answers "yes i plan to hunt. I hear the deer racks in this area are large and plentiful".
The store owner continues "they are, i have proof at my house if you want to pay a visit.". Both the men laugh. Then the man says "i'll consider it, but i have unpacking to do at my house". "What house did you move into?" the store owner asks. The man tells him the location and the store owner comments "nobody's lived in that house for some time. You might consider exploring the house, there may be something worth some cash in there". The man agrees then they exchange names. With that the man states "well i've got to get out of here, i got stuff to do. I'll see you around", the store owner says goodbye and the man leaves for his new house.
The man arrives at the house. He takes a walk inside ready to lie in the recliner and enjoy the TV he recently set up. After thirty minutes of rest he remembered what the gun store owner told him "there may be something worth some cash in there". And he decides to take his flashlight and his personal 9mm handgun (incase of a hostile animal). after exploring the house he finds nothing. But he realizes he forgot the pantry. There, at the back of the pantry was a trapdoor lying on the floor, "a basement?" he thought. The door was heavy, but it was just made of plywood...? Once he opened the door, he was met with a once compacted warm air, that was what was holding the door down.
He saw a simple staircase, leading down into a pitch black darkness of a basement. Darkness had next to no effect on him, but for some strange reason his instincts told him to stay out of that basement... He continued into the darkness, using his flashlight to try and find anything of intrest. He didn't need a flashlight however to see what he saw next. He saw in the corner three blood red candles standing in line on a shelf over a king sized mattress. He quickly looked around the room, he knew something was not right. As if someone or something was watching his every move...
Nothing unusual was in the room. The trapdoor was still open. The only thing wrong that he could find was the candles. "if no one has lived here in so long, where did these candles come from?". Knocks come from the front door, startling the man. He precedes back up the stairs and holsters his handgun in the back of his jeans. He answers the door, ableit slowly. He asks "who's there?", he's met with a raspy aged voice saying "one who would warn you". "Warn me for what?" he asks again.
The old man answers "the bed". "How could he know about the bed?" he thought. "What bed?" he asks. The old man ignores his question and precedes to tell him the warning saying "stay away from that bed. Close, lock the trapdoor, throw away the key and never go near that basement again". Ignoring his warning he tells the old man to leave and never come back. The old man leaves saying "heed my warning if you wish to live".
The man closes the door and walks into the pantry to look at the trapdoor. A similar breeze that of when he discovered the the trapdoor blows from the basement into the pantry. But this time it has a scent... The smell of fresh blood and meat. The man takes a step back and unholsters his 9mm handgun and takes aim at the trapdoor.
To be continued...
I'll have more in the future. But you'll just have to wait...
Edit made for typos
Sounds great, cant wait to hear the ending!