The Basement

Steph was acting weird talking about how she has to smack her breast because it itches really badly like something had bite it. I laughed of course because that's just funny,  she was on her way to her grandparents house that's in St. Peiadro township and  told me that she hope's  her grandpa has clothes on when she gets there because when he has a chance he likes to take his clothes off, he's a nudist. I know by now you're wondering who Steph and I are, so, I'll introduce myself; I'm Chris, short for Christopher and Steph is my best friend in the whole world. We have been through everything together. We used to live side by side, but my family had to move to a new town so our only way of hanging out at all is to talk on the phone.

I loved my old house because I always had Steph there with me, but now this new house is bigger and its ok I guess, but lately there's been some weird noises coming from the basement, the basement is right off the kitchen and whenever I'm in there I could swear that I hear splashing sounds coming from down there. You see about three weeks since my family moved in, the basement started to fill up with water from some old well that doesn't work properly anymore. Now whenever I try to talk to my Mom about it she just shrugs it off as if I'm not telling her the truth and just want to move back to our old house or something. I have three siblings; there is Terrance, Marian, and Micheal. I'm the oldest of all of us. I'm 16, Terrance and I are close he always hangs out with Steph and I, while Marian and Micheal are close they're actually kind of like the same person with only one difference that being Marian a girl and Micheal a boy.

I had to wash clothes today, and I really don't won't to but I went down into the kitchen with my bag of clothes and began to make my way down to the basement when I heard the splashing again it scared me but from a conversation I had with my Mom before. Her saying, " There's no possible way anything could be swimming down there we don't have mice, or bugs, it's just your imagination." I chalked it up to that, and went down the stairs. The basement is huge we have a grate in the floor of the basement where the water goes down into but in the back of the basement the floor isn't level so a sort of pool forms and my mom got a water pump that we regularly run to get the water out of there.

I'm always wary of the basement, and today was no different even though I thought that it was my imagination I still in the back of my mind thought that maybe; just maybe there was nothing in the basement. I made my way across my ingenious idea of a plank that I made when I found out that water would come all the way over to where the basement stairs are, I put some pieces of wood down so that our shoe's wouldn't get wet. I made my way over to the washing machine that we had placed on some wooden platforms so that it wouldn't get wet I had just put my clothes in the washer when I heard this sound coming from behind me I got this feeling in my stomach like some one had punched me in it.