Chapter 1
At the age of two I was able to walk/crawl my parents told me to never go in the basement. Ever since I was three and a half and able to talk I asked my parents why I could not go in the basement. Their response was one I remembered forever…. Because I said so I heard that everytime I asked until the age of 8. At that age I finally got a proper response my parents said that their “friends” sometimes came over and used that room. I of course ( being the sensible person I am )asked could I meet them and when did they come i’ve never heard them ( Also since when did they have friends? ). That day I heard the basement door open could that be my parents friends? I snuck quitely out of my room, I paused at the basement door wondering why I felt air coming out of the bottom of the door. As I slowly open the door I hear a sound. I walk down the stairs trying to not have them creak under my weight. When I reach the last step I feel the biggest gust of wind. I flew back and hit the wall. I contemplated whether to go back upstairs or stay then everything went black. (Parents perspective) We told her she should not have gone in the basement now she is gone.
