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The Basement

The Basement

I was home alone for the week, as my family had gone on vacation while I had to stay and work. It was around 2 AM, and I’d stayed up to watch a scary movie in the dark in my basement. I was intent on really scaring myself and seeing how far into terror I could really go – while still knowing I was safe in my own home.

It was then that I heard pounding footsteps on the first floor. This was a common annoying occurrence when my family was home – every time they passed through the front hallway, past the basement door, I heard their footsteps. This time, fear immediately shot through me at the sound. My reflex was to turn the television off immediately… the basement door was up a flight of steps and around a corner, so whoever it was would not have seen any light.

I heard the basement door handle click and turn as I sat in absolute darkness. I moved slowly so as to be absolutely silent, and crawled behind our large television. As I passed it inch by inch, I noted with panic that its black screen still dimly glowed. I heard footsteps coming down the carpeted but creaky stairs.

I froze in my hiding place, listening. For many long minutes, I heard nothing. Had the intruder seen the television’s afterglow, or had it faded in time? Was he standing in the pitch dark listening for me? I seemed to lie there in total silence for an interminably long time. My panic began to fade, and I began to think more clearly.

Had I really heard an intruder? Could someone possibly be standing there in silence for so long without making any noise? The basement was so exceedingly quiet that the silence itself began to hurt my ears. Could the unknown person really avoid any noise from shuffling or breathing or anything else? If there was an intruder, he was still in the basement, because the creaky stairs were incredibly loud, the door handle clicked, and he wouldn’t know to mask his footsteps on the first floor so that they couldn’t be heard down here…

I began counting in my head trying to pass the time, as drool fell from my mouth onto the carpet – I didn’t dare risk the sound of swallowing. I reached sixty seconds once, twice… thirty times… sixty times… by now my fear had faded and I was more confused than anything. I estimated I’d been crouched in the absolute black for almost two hours, and had still heard nothing. If there was an intruder, none of this made sense… finally, I decided I’d have to make a move. If I did nothing, eventually the sun would come up, and shine in through the small basement windows… and, worse, I began to smell something horrible and cloying.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I began inching my way towards the stairs by way of the walls. If someone was standing there in the dark, I should be able to go around them and then make a break up the stairs… meanwhile, the horrible odor grew stronger. Had something died down here in the night? No living person would smell like that… terrible images of some sort of corpse-monster listening for me in the dark erupted in my thoughts, and I moved as fast as I could without making a sound.

Just as I finally approached the stairs, there was an enormous clatter, as of something falling or collapsing on the floor. It was at that moment I leapt forward and crashed up the stairs, running out through the open basement door and my wide-open front door. Now certain that someone was in the house, I called the police from my cellphone and watched my house from afar.

The police came, checked inside the house, and then grimly came back out to question me. They’d found a body in the house – my elderly neighbor, who seemed to have died of a heart attack. Their belief was that I must have left the front door unlocked, and he must have wandered in my house while dying, looking for help. At first, I felt horrible, thinking that I had sat there in the dark while the old man literally died a few feet away.

Then it occurred to me – what the hell was that loud noise of things falling, that last prompted me to bolt up the stairs and out of the house? I asked the police and they confirmed – the back door of my house had been left open as well, near a single bare footprint in the mud. Somehow, for some reason I’ll never know, there was someone else in that basement with us… silent, waiting, and listening in the dark over the fresh corpse of an old man.

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6 years ago

Aweseome… I loved the plot twist. [The noise was a dying man,][But what about the other…?]

Loved it 200/100

DiamondCevert avatar
7 years ago

Makes me glad I don’t have a basement to watch scary movies in…. Excellent creepypasta. 10/10

AbsoluteTerro avatar
7 years ago

From the story what we can conclude is be careful if you’re in basement especially if you alone and don’t forget to not watch scary movie….
Note : Don’t be like the main character of this story..when the old man is dying he don’t do anything just listen

GrimmBullet avatar
7 years ago

The creepiest part is knowing someone died so close to you while you just listened.

creepyboy avatar
8 years ago

Wow this is really creppy loved it

SonOfUlti avatar
8 years ago

The speculation is perfect for this story. Could the barefooted man have been there the entire time, even before the old man was there? Will he come back? 0.o

IAmBread avatar
8 years ago

That, was a mindfuck. 10/10 breads.

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The hatman
9 years ago

This is cool i like this one ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Jane_and_Jeff_The_Killer_Couple avatar

My GF was the original writer on like a year and a hlaf ago and she said it was cool if I uploaded it.. Sorry for going off guys but seriously you see my frustration right?!?

Jane_and_Jeff_The_Killer_Couple avatar

Dude this pissed me off I uploaded this pasta a while ago like almost 6 months and it never got reviewed like what the hell… This pisses me off. I’m so mad.. There’s a pasta theif guys so watch out..>:( Like okay who ever uploaded this needs to contact me immediately.!!!!!!!!!!!!

9 years ago

I don’t find very many things creepy this being one of them.

UnknownKid98 avatar
9 years ago

My house literally always makes little tiny noises, such as water going through pipes or the sound of the heating turning on, even the fridge makes noises sometimes, but we’ve all learned to ignore it. But seriously, while readng this, whenever I heard any of those noises I had to stop reading and listen out to see if the noise would continue or anything xD

UnknownCheesecake avatar
9 years ago

Great job I look forward to reading more in the future

JeffsBro avatar
9 years ago

That was amazingly graphics and I LOVE IT please do more of these who ever mad this gain great job 😀

9 years ago

and??? What next? Cx

10 years ago

Oh, baby! ;o

10 years ago

Yes *-*

11 years ago

That’s creppy 🙂