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Short Horror Stories Vol. 8: Scary Ghosts, Monsters, Demons, and Hauntings (Supernatural Suspense Collection) Kindle Edition
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- Book 8 of 27 in Supernatural Suspense Collection
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A crash made me jump, and I immediately shone the flashlight on the stairwell leading to the basement. From where I stood, the light only reached the bottom step. Everything beyond that, the almost two thousand square feet of garage space big enough to park five cars back when we were all in full swing here, was drenched in darkness.
I remembered playing hide and seek down there with Ben when he was only four. Alice had always warned me we'd lose our son one day in between the cars or behind one of the many boxes my parents had stored in various corners. I had always laughed that off as ludicrous. The basement was harmless.
But the crash had definitely come from down there.
I looked back at the falling rain, then raced outside and grabbed a brick to lodge against the door to keep it open. My gaze darted to the tree line before I ran back inside. I couldn't shake the feeling of eyes watching me as I worked the brick into place and made sure the door wouldn't close on its own.
A second crash made my heart jump.
Damn it, something's inside. Must have crawled through a rotting board.
My mind screamed at me to ignore the sound, to just follow Johnny upstairs. But I took a few hesitant steps down anyway, using the flashlight's beam to try to illuminate more of the basement. I was only able to get a few feet of visibility, though, and that didn't sit well with me at all. My hand shook slightly, and I took a deep breath, forcing my nerves to calm down.
A raccoon, like Johnny said. Just a raccoon.
A chill wrapped around my heart and squeezed. My rain-soaked clothes suddenly weighed a hundred pounds, and I shivered.
A hand reached out of the darkness, small and plump, wrapping around the side of the stairwell. It grappled with what remained of the ornate banister before it dropped to the ground.
"Daddy? Are you here to play?"
No, no, no.
"Hide and seek, Daddy," the voice of a four-year-old Ben came from the darkness. "You found me. I told Mommy you'd always find me."
I took a step back up the stairs, the beam of light crisscrossing as my hands violently shook. The hand retreated into the darkness, and a sudden scurry of feet followed. Small feet. The feet of a small child.
Ben rushed out of the darkness, face crushed in, arms dislocated, his one remaining eye gleaming in the beam of light. He reached the first step, then tripped and fell face-first into the stairs, the sound of breaking bone sickening in the sudden silence.
"Let's play more, Daddy. Let's play more!" Ben began to scream as he crawled up the stairs, his smile stretching across his face until his lips cracked and his teeth began to fall out, one by one.
I broke from my shock and raced back up the few steps I had come down, making straight for the door and the supposed safety of the storm outside. I wasn't looking, and crashed right into it, feeling the bones in my nose break as I fell. Through the pain in my face, I aimed my flashlight at what I had run into.
The door was closed.
I screamed when the small hand grabbed me. Kicking, I scurried back, quickly pushing to my feet and bounding up the stairs once more.
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- Publisher : ScareStreet.com (January 5, 2020)
- Publication date : January 5, 2020
- Language : English
- File size : 184 KB
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 33 pages
- Lending : Not Enabled
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