With a high piercing cry of dismay, and a loud explosive crash. A large chinese vase lay in a million chards and particles scattered across the floor. Amy Ludlow, age nine years old, stood at the scene of the crime with trembling hands and locked joints. "What was that?" called her mothers voice, "Amy what the hell are you doing? I heard something break." Amy looked at the large arching mouth of the door that loomed above her. She knew that it would be a matter of seconds before her mother would come bursting and tearing into the room to take her down to the basement. Memories of the basement flooded and invaded her memory in a rapid rush; the noises, the eyes.

Maria Ludlow stomped up towards the art room where expensive vases and paintings inhabited in a gallery type setting. Anger welled up inside her chest. "That brat probably busted one of my paintings or porcelain pieces. "Well I'll fix her real fine, fine as wine." she thought bitterly and produced a smile of displeasure. She walked down the hallway to confront her daughter.

"What the hell did you do?" Maria demanded and delivered a hard slap across her daughters face. "Huh ? You know how much that thing cost me? Over three hundred dollars!" Amy lay on the floor where he had fallen and cried her surprise and pain, as the pieces of porcelain bit into her back. Snot started to run down her nose and chin, and her face was the color of an overripe apple.

"You know where your going don't you." She smiled bitterly as her daughter ceased her crying and started to shiver in apprehension. "Let's go she said, and yanked Amy of the floor by her arms and started to drag her over the ground towards the staircase. "No mommy, please mommy don't, I'm sorry, I won't be bad no more." Amy whimpered in fear and latched her legs around the banister.

Maria no longer could hold her anger. She chiseled Amy away from the banister and latched onto her legs,and hauled her down the stairs, through the kitchen and into the bathroom where the basement door loomed threateningly. Amy was silent. Blotches were forming on both sides of here face and her head was throbbing from a large lump acheived from the carpet ride. She crouched into the corner of the bathroom,and watched as her mom got the small, brass key from the cabinet. It was dark and tarnished, and at the end an eternally snarling lion growled menacingly at her.

Maria slipped the key into its notch and opened it with a click, and a faint red glow from the key hole flickered hesitantly once and then went dark, as Maria turned the knob open to reveil a rotting set of stairs. Maria dragged her daughter by the shoulders down the steps until the large, dark room loomed in front of them. Maria then slapped Amy twice and left her with directions not to follow her, or she would receive a worse punishment. She went calmly up the stairs and locked the door behind her with a echoing click and washed her daughters blood off her hands.

Amy sniffed and lay stooped in the farthest corner of the large dark basement. The filthy water that lay in large quantities on the cement floor, was now seeping through her jeans and into her skin. Drips of water from the pipes beat to her wild drum of fear. The shadows danced around her slowly and taunted her. Then softly from the other side of the room, she heard a noise. It started low and grating and manifested into an intense and rumbling growl. Telling her in its own ways that he would promise her death and pain. Something moved slowly out of the pipe work, that's when she saw it. Red eyes glaring through the darkness, and it's faintly glowing teeth clicking together softly like castanets.

Terror gushed in her hot and demanding,as she ran then,as fast as she could and fell roughly on the cement. A cry of dismay escaped her lips as she felt a cold, large, paw slipped around her legs and started to drag her back the way she came. She started to scream then as loud as she could "Please help me mom,please!" Then she froze. Once again She was underneath the monsters head. It was whispering to her in a voice that smelt of rotting flesh, his teeth had bones of creatures stuck between them. His muzzle was matted with blood and saliva. Blood was dripping in large, bright, drops on top of her in a small shower, as it whispered. "Baaaad girl, baaad thingsss happen to baaad girlss."

Its two red eyes met with Amys two blues, as Amy was lost in a curtain of red. She knew no more than the red, which quickly faded to darkness.

Maria sat down in the living room watching the 32" inch screen, when she heard the first screams.She deserves, it she told herself, but something in the back of her mind told her to go check on her. She walked down the creaking stairs. Tension building when her daughter did not run to her to beg to let her out. Then she froze in her tracks. That's when she saw what was left of her daughter lying on the floor. It was a mass of red pulp, with shreds of denim and brown hair scattered on the cement red, stained, floor. Her lunch flew up into her mouth in one spasmatic stream. Then she saw it sitting there, red eyes glowing. Then everything snapped into place. She had seen those eyes before. They had been glowing in the corner of her basement before, when she had been baaad. She had been only a few years younger than Amy then. Yess, it stared at her, eyes laughing at her mirthlessly. Baaad Maria. Baaaad girrl.

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