Under the stairs

It was in the middle of the night. I woke up by hearing something disturbing in the basement. I was not sure what it was, but there was something down there. It passed my mind that the wind just caught something and caused it to fell down from a shelf, but then I remembered that there was not any windows down in the basement.

I stepped outside my bed and ran into the kitchen, where the door to the basement was. I was very careful, because I didn’t want to wake my mom. The house was all quiet. I opened the door and took one step at the time down the stairs, very slow and carefully. I felt like someone dragged my feet from under the stairs. I could hardly walk. I reach the end of the stairs, and as I stood there I heard something.. Something from down under the stairs, just like before. My hole body froze and became cold like ice.

I walked over to the little door that led to down under the stairs. I grabbed the handle and opened the door. I pushed the door so hard that it woke my mom. She shouted at me: ”where are you honey?”. I ignored her and took a step into the little room. A white dolly face appeared. I fell..