I got up and wiped the dust off of my tattered clothes. My back began to hurt as I noticed I had fallen solid on the dead flashlight.
" Which way?" I questioned. In pitch black I could not recognize which way I was supposed to go. I decided to go front wards since I fell backwards down the stairs. But I noticed that I wasn't walking up any steps rather than just solid ground.
A light flickered on and off in my path.
I grabbed it. It could lead me to upstairs. The basement was for sure creepy with or without lights. I approached my way to a desk in the middle of the room. I examined it. I noticed a black and white picture of a little girl. Her curly hair was in to little buns on the side. Something about the picture caught my eye. It said
" In loving memory of Susie. My she rest in our hearts forever."
Did she hang herself? In my room!? I thought. Searching the desk I found a diary. I probably shouldn't have peeped but I wanted to know if I was living in the same room as a suicide girl. I skipped through the pages to the last entry.
" My life is horrible enough. My dog died and my mom died giving birth to me. My dad hated me because of that and now I live with my granddad. My dad left when I was a baby and I have no contact with him what so ever. My friends betrayed me, and left. My granddad has hired a maid so she can watch me well he is in the hospital, and she is awful mean. What is there left, when they all died off?"
She must have wanted to kill herself and did so in my room. I felt sick inside knowing that I had the room of a depressed girl. She looked about the age of 10. The way she looked, you could tell the anger and sadness locked up in her. A cold chill went down my spine. I decided to take the diary and picture with me, which was a later on mistake. I wanted this so badly to be a nightmare and me to wake up and feel the soothing voice of my mother saying, "It's ok darling, just a frightmare." The quietness scared me. The diary trembled in my hand. I opened to the very last page of the diary, it said.
" Who ever that read this is in terrible trouble," Terrible trouble? My legs quivered. I decided I needed to get out of the basement fast so I started to run. Not thinking I slammed straight into a cold wall. My head hurt like crazy but I didn't want to stay in this jail cell any longer. I ignored the pain and ran in a left turn. I didn't think at which way to run so after that left turn I just kept running straight. Soon the light in my hand began to slowly burn out. It got dimmer and dimmer intill finally it was just a tub of darkness.
Great, I thought, no light. Just what I need. I was just about to stop running when I saw yet another light. That's weird, I just looked there, and there was no light. I didn't feel like grabbing the light but I did not want to be running in a dark, silent basement. I walked slowly, reaching my hand out farther each step. When I got to the light, my heart pounded thinking that once I touched it something like a booby trap would happen. Once my hand touched the top of the lantern surprisingly nothing happened. I didn't smile or feel relieve just that moment, oh no. Instead I waited for 1 minute or 2 waiting, waiting for something to happen. After that I felt nothing, no booby traps or cold air, just plain hotness from my sweat. Then I pulled the lantern from the table and started to turn. Nothing happened. I started to walk away with the lantern. Nothing happened. I simply expected me to be over-reacting and started toward forward. I didn't quite know how the lantern got there today but I do know it had something to do with something. I stopped near a wall this time; I wasn't banging my head for the second time. Before I turned around something froze me. I felt the coldness of the 2 hands and the hot air of breathing once again. And a dark tone said "Welcome to hell,