It seems that every time I go into the basement I get this feeling like I'm being watched. I imagine I hear the scape of a
bare foot in the dirt, or feel hungry eyes watching my every move. Once, when I was in the dark looking for the light switch, I imagined
I felt hot, fetid breath on my cheek and heard a rough tongue drawn across sharp teeth.
I don't go into the basement anymore, especially after the disappearances. People tell me I'm paranoid, but I KNOW there's
something down there. What frightens me most is that I want it to get me. I don't go into the basement