"The Police Told Me There Was Nothing Down There, I Know They Are Lying" Creepypasta

I never wanted to be a mother a child just happened to me and I didn't ask for it after you've had a child you never get peace and quiet I don't mean that in a resentful way it's just a fad there is the crying face the screaming face of the yelling phase the no face exedra and you never get tired you don't have time for hobbies and distractions raising a child is two full-time jobs it's not that I didn't try to do everything I could for Emma it's not that I didn't try to be a good parent I did I gave it everything that I had but deep down I think he could tell that I didn't want Emma kids know I had a part-time job and I didn't get paid very well but it was enough it was just office work and nothing exciting that my sister would look after him when I wasn't around I didn't really have the money for daycare I knew that things weren't working out like they should have and I did what any self-respecting human being would do I bought a book I had always heard that you should read to your child every night and then doing so would make them smart and all the just data well I had nothing to lose I'm not really an Amazon person so I paid a visit to my local bookstore a dark a slightly grubby independent place that shuns all but the most obsessive a bookworm s'en standing to the narrow dimly lit aisle surrounded by towering bookshelves jammed with volumes at every angle I wondered and what do people know what they buy for their kids The Very Hungry Caterpillar he was a bit too old for that besides I think that's one of those books that parents buy because they think it's good not because their kids will actually enjoy Yetta amongst the slightly destroyed in secondhand Ronald dowel books and dr. Seuss anthologies I found a book that stuck out it was old and bound to nor looked like real leather but it was in surprise in the good shape it wasn't too long but it proclaimed its suitability for children aged to four to six and my kid was five it was called the trapdoor no author and no other details I picked it up and I skimmed through the first few pages and it seemed like an ideal vet it was written in an irregular rhyme you meter and it was adorned with colorful scratchy illustrations that depicted a boy strikingly similar to my sana the picture was already forming to my hata we would read it we would bond and we would smooth over the cracks I know that it was just a book but for the first time in my life I realized that I was excited to spend time with my sana that night after I had took them in Tabata and I sat down on his shark duvet and I sprang the book up upon him once long ago and far away there lived a boy of five or so but with a rounded face and hair like hay and to mine that yearn to learn in groa the boy lived in a mud flecked land of rolling hills and sheep and styles and Brooks and trees and miles and miles of hinterlands and ranch hands along ago there was a war of petty kings in border Lauritzen the earth did drink the blood of those who died for honor or arose the boy was as happy as he could be in the cottage on the hill his mother his only company who loved that boy with all their wail it's challenging material for a five-year-old but it was educational and it was stimulating I had only a faint idea of what the War of the Roses was actually a Balaton but I did a good job of pretending that I did we said our I love yous and I closed the door things were going to be ok the next day here the next evening I didn't have to mention the bucket he asked me to read the next few pages he wanted to know what would happen and to be honest so did I and so once more I sat down on the shark duvet I flicked through the book to find her place and I began reading it but in that cottage of Darkness Wilder for hidden beneath the floor there lay a trap door with rusted hinges molded and encrusted with decay and that trap door was a gate to hell foolishly the mother SATA there is no door now go to bed but these thoughts echo through her son's head and soon and the woman would be Dadda mother said he he spoke to me the creature from below the door he said will come three days from now he says it'll drag me straight to hell the mother resolved to enter the door to slay the beast to save her sana to be the hero of this book or at least to die like Juana it's funny he didn't seem to mind that much he was terrified for half of The Brave Little Toaster but this book didn't seem to faze him in the slightest he asked more of the usual questions and we said our I love yous I had closed the door and he was out like a light I know I know you're wondering why I didn't keep reading that I wanted to read the book with him and I knew that I wouldn't be able to pre-screen everything that he reads besides I didn't care that the subject matter was a bit dark all kids books are a bit dark half of them are about eating people but there was a little voice in the back of my head nine at me here telling me to keep reading I ignored it and that night I stayed up until well beyond my Toma bedtime I drank some of the wine that I received for Christmas and I tried to think about something else for our four year anniversary my boyfriend took me to Marsala instead of staying in a nice hotel we stayed in a hostel and instead of lounging and languishing in the near Mediterranean heat and we spent our time in the city exploiting and discovering the beauty of its culture its origin its cuisine it was one of the best weeks of my life on the last day as a surprise he took me to this beautiful restaurant and we had an amazing meal and we reminisced about her past and we dreamed about our future and at the end of it in the middle of a crowded restaurant he dropped out onto his knee and he produced a beautiful but understated rolls gold engagement ring and there in front of the patrons in the serving staff with tears rolling down my face I looked him right in the eyes and I told him I can't I loved him there is no doubt about that I told him repeatedly of course I love down there but I just couldn't take the plunge it was too much for me to agree to right there on the spot and when I don't know what to do or what to say I say now what I wanted to keep things the way that they were I didn't want to hurt on that but I had this heavy aching feeling in my chest that wouldn't go away after an uncomfortable two weeks we broke up I have a bit of a lump in my throat just from writing about it I took a solemn vow right then and there next time I would commit I would see things through to the end about a month later I found out that I was pregnant the next day it was a Saturday I had to go and pick up some groceries but not many it took me maybe 20 minutes and I left my son at home he's pretty used to that as I had mentioned my sister lives a couple of blocks away so if there's anything that he needed so he can call her we were out of detergent and milk and he was a bit of a milk fiend to tell the truth and when I got back I found him in the basement prying up loose floorboards with his bare hands I'm looking for the trapdoor nice Atta sweetie there's no trapdoor I had said back it's just a story there is a trapdoor her niece Ida the demon said there was he's going to come and get me here children have such a vivid imaginations one by one he removed the board's I couldn't help but watch and I should have stopped Emma but as crazy as it sounds I wanted to make sure that the trapdoor was in there for myself underneath the floorboards there is a layer of dirt and gravel it's called a subfloor void and a lot of places have them he was standing in the void when he spotted something in the darkness a few feet away something metallic I joined him in pulling up the last of the board I ripped him out hastily and I propped him up against a wall all that remained was a relatively unassuming metal hatchway and deeply rusted with peeling gray paint in a circular chrome handle protruding from the table I told you so he said her and the demons going to come and get me here gingerly outstretched a hand and I touched the handle it was cold huh I began to turn the handle it was stiff but it moved but I realized I didn't want to see whatever was down there whatever was below that hatch it could stay down there I twisted the handle back tight and I forbade my son from going into the basement I read the rest of the book in private without Emma the rhyming scheme gets more and more erratic as you go along and eventually it disappears altogether the other stations go from color to black and white sketches and the characters which are quite well defined in the beginning begin to look shaky and cruda and the boy saw her open the hatch darkness poured out to nothing more shadows and echoes and paranoia's fed by secrets and trapdoors the mother climbed for hours and hours eventually she had reached the ground and after but a moment's silence and the boy heard a piercing sound a scream cut through the total darkness reverberating up the shaft and the boy knew that she had expired her she was dead the demon laughed the beats began to climb the ladder the woman's blood was but a taste the demon NU'EST Hymas canta the demon knew he must make haste and the boy felt the tears welling though the boy felt them on his cheek the tears dropped into the darkness and the boy heard the demon shriek his tears melted through its flashing in an instant the demon was vanquished but all the tears in the world cannot bring back the data the boy paralyzed traumatized stood outside that terrible basement the two streaming down his face dripping into that accursed place he cried for a hundred days and a hundred nights until the tears filled it to the Brahma and then he closed the door and he tried to carry an ax to live as though he did not care what he had lost the and as I reached the end of the book I started to feel sick I felt like I was choking like I couldn't breathe like my heart was palpitating I thought that I was going to die I genuinely believed with every part of my body that I was going to die I swear I'm not superstitious but something in that book was scratching away at the back of my brain I reached for my phone in with a trembling hand I struggled to hit the numbers to call my long-suffering sister I wasn't particularly in an articulate mood and I don't remember what I said but she suggested that I come and stay with her for a while I must have sounded crazy I was crazy I felt a little better after staying with her for a couple of days I insisted on cleaning up after myself I cooked for the entire householder and she kept me company in the evenings because she knew that I was afraid she had always been there for me ever since I was a little kid and after a few days I begin to think that things will go back to normal the first nights my son asked if I could read some more of the book to Amma I told him not one I said that we would get another book - two books three books a Playstation anything that would dissuade him from reading the rest of the trapdoor grudgingly he agreed on the third day we both got into the bed in the gasps drama and we set our I love yous and we went to sleep on the third nights I woke up at three o'clock in the morning and he was gone and it all came back the shaking and the choking the feeling of not really being real and my memories smudges together one moment while I'm sitting in badda wide-eyed open mouth and the next I'm running through the streets in the alleys illuminated by the dim orange glow of the streetlights feeling nothing beneath my bare Fiat running like I never thought I could Rana as I approached the house I see that the door is open as I'm descending the basement stairs I hear a noise the trap door slamming and the hand will be interned from the inside and I grab the handle and I wrestled with it until my fingers bled in my arms eight but it would not move I grabbed my phone and I dialed for the police screaming and crying incoherently trying desperately to explain but not finding the words I think they got the gist of it though the car showed up in my house in five minutes and all the while I have been pawing at the handle accomplishing nothing but taking the skin off of my hands the cops thought that I was crazy and one of the younger ones had to grab me and lead me out of the basement he took a jacket from the hallway put it around my shoulders and told me that everything would be alright that they would get the hatch open and then I should just go for the time being and try to stay calm when I got back to my sister's place she was trying too hard to be supportive she told me that it wasn't my fault she told me that it would be all right she told me that I did the right thing but I could see the judgmental look in her eyes the mother in the story went down that ladder to her death to save her sana and because she loved him with all of her heart but me I ran away and I had I was selfish I didn't sleep that night I didn't do anything I just lay in bed I stared at the ceiling into my mind I played back an itemized list of my failures as a human being over and over and over on a loop and every time I thought that I might have been nodding off I would hear that trap door slam jolted me awake and echoing into the darkness I saw dawn break through the window blinds and that peculiar gray pre-dawn light turned to red and then to orange I heard the cops knock at the door I felt OPA I felt that they may have found Gemma I ran to the door I'm sorry said one of them we couldn't find your Sanda said the other we were able to open the hatch in it leads down around 20 feet into a small fallout shelter the boy was nowhere to be found we examined every crevice every possible place that a person could hide but there was nothing now there is no trace that anybody had been in that room for decades they apologized the left Santa that would file a missing-persons report they were lying I knew they were lying there is no way that house was even old enough to have a cold war-era bomb shelter and there is no mention of a shelter in any of the official documents and what's more and they sealed the hatch they won't let me go down there myself because it's too dangerous since the incident I've been leading a half life I get up in the morning although only just I don't make breakfast anymore I go to work and I work long hours at the office every day when I get home my microwave a ready meal and I eat in silence every evening I sit on the couch and I watch TV or I do Sudoku puzzles or I clean the house or I do anything that will help me escape from my own thoughts suddenly I have more time than I know what to do whether at nights when I go to bed it's silent it's totally silent all the time 24/7 peace and quiet screaming into my ears I move the washer and dryer up into the kitchen and I don't go to the basement anymore but I do hold out hope that's one day the hatch will open once more and the demon will drag me to hell where I belong [Music] [Music] [Music]

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Length: 18min 40sec (1120 seconds)

Published: Mon Mar 25 2019