We always had a lock on our
basement. I didn't know why and I never bothered to ask. I
don't think even my mother bothered about it. The lock was
there when we moved into the house and she just viewed it as a safety measure.
Nobody even suspected...
In the basement, there is
a cold room. It had a lock on it too. Of course, no one was
suspicious. The lock was simply there to keep the door closed.
Still, when you think of it, two doors with locks could be explained more
fully, especially when there are no other locks in the house.
One night, everyone was out...except
me. It had been raining all night and the rain was banging on the
roof. I went around checking the windows to make sure they were all
closed. I went down to the basement, first unlocking the hook lock
on the door at the top of the stairs, and then going down the concrete
stairs. There is a low hanging ceiling near the bottom of the stairs
so I had to duck. I then closed the windows and headed back upstairs.
I locked the door and turned
the basement light off. Suddenly the phone rang and I ran to answer
it. After taking a message for my mother, I returned to the kitchen
to get a cookie. The light switch from the basement, on the kitchen
wall was turned on. Thinking I has simply forgotten to turn it off,
I nullified the light once again.
It was getting later in the evening when I realized that I was supposed to get a jar of pears from the cold room in the basement. I once again returned to the basement to retrieve the jar. I was almost down the stairs, when all at once a stair cracked in two sending me sprawling flat onto the basement floor. My left ankle was excruciatingly throbbing and I could feel a bruise swelling on my elbow, but I wasn't hurt too badly. I picked myself up off of the cold grey concrete floor and continued to the cold room. The latch was undone so I pulled the heavy door open.
I never went very far
into the cold room. The little room made me nervous. It was
about 9 feet long, but was only about as wide as my shoulders, so I had
to walk in slightly sideways. The pear jars, of course were on the
final shelf at the far end of the cold room. I ventured deeper into
the cold room and felt a sudden chill on one side of my neck.
Almost instantly the big door swung shut and I heard the "whack" sound
that the door makes when it locks. There wasn't any light in this
cubby-hole, so I saw nothing. All around me was pitch blackness.
I tried to push on the door to open it, but it did not budge. I heard
someone, or something laughing faintly from behind me, deeper in the cold
room. I swung around kicking and scratching at the darkness, but
I made contact with nothing. Nothingness swarmed all around me and
I was disoriented, lacking my sense of sight, but something was THERE
in the darkness with me; I could feel it. Something was there.
I started to scream and yell as loud as I could, but no none was there
to hear. There noises around me grew louder until I could hear and
feel something breathing right on me. Whatever it was stood just
far enough away not to touch me, but I wasn't going to reach out to grope
for it. I was absolutely frozen in place and for the first time felt
what is was like to be absolutely helpless to do anything to improve my
situation.
I finally regained some movement
and thrust against the door one last time and thankfully it flew open.
I quickly spun around, slammed the door ad bolted it shut. I flew
up the stair in a blur, tripping over the broken one and falling back down
the stairs, landing square on my tailbone. Quickly recovering, I
scurried up even faster, slamming the door and locking it in a single motion.
Leaning against the kitchen table, I tried to slow my breathing down to
a reasonable rate.
I didn't see what was in the
cold room. I didn't want to face whatever was taunting me so psychopathically.
Never again will I go all
the way into that chamber. Always will I keep my hand on the door.
And never will I leave the basement door unlocked!!