Boom I layed in the dark, staring up at my ceiling fan. Every constant loud bang from upstairs made it shake, causing the little on and off strings to dangle against each other. When would this end? I thought. What were my upstairs neighbors even doing?? I couldn't find the energy to go upstairs and find the culprit of these obnoxious disturbances. Why has this been happening all night? Why hasn't anyone else in this apartment building gone upstairs to check? I had to get up for work in 3 hours. "Boom" It went. "Boom." Enough was enough. I sat up and furiously kicked off my covers. I slipped into my pink rope and slippers and marched down the hall. I jabbed my finger hard against the "up" button on the wall outside the elevator. Even the soft 'ding' of the elevator doors opening hurt my throbbing headache. In the elevator, I went from angry to uncomfortable in a matter of seconds. Although I was all alone, I felt something was wrong. The yellowish lights reflecting against the shiny metal walls, the quiet tune of elevator music playing. It was all wrong. The lights flickered. "Boom. Boom" With trembling hands I pushed the 'open doors' button. 'Ding' the doors opened to reveal a small boy, around 6 or 7, standing completely still, covered head to toe in blood. He had messy black hair, wet with blood. I stumbled further back into the elevator, shaking. His eyelids opened, to reveal completely white eyes. No pupils. No irises. I screamed. Suddenly, all the lights went out. "Boom. Boom"

Help... I awoke in a small room, sitting on the cold floor. I could feel mold under my fingertips that were on the ground next to my body. The room was pitch black, I couldn't see a single thing. I stood up, carefully. I stumbled as I tried to walk, it was as if I hadn't stood in years. Finally becoming stable, I walked around the room, using my hands against the walls as my guide. "What the hell?" I thought to myself. The last thing I remembered was going to sleep in my house. The next thing I knew, I was here. I kept walking, my hands trembling against the walls. I finally came to a small square of metal on the wall. With a tiny switch in the middle of it. I felt it more. Wait, no, it wasn't a switch, it was a small knob. I pulled on the knob and out came a drawer. I felt around in the drawer and grabbed something. Feeling the mystery item, I heard the jingling and noticed it was keys. I felt them more and to my luck, found a keychain light. I scrambled to press the small button and finally see where I was. I clicked it on and looked around. The walls were deep red, like the color of my kitchen. I squinted. Wait! It was my kitchen! I was in my own house! I shined the flashlight at the floor. What was that? Ew! It was blood! I looked at my hands, they were covered with blood. Who's blood though? I was scared. I walked to my bedroom. All the lights in the house were broken. I couldn't find any of my family. I walked around my room. Bloody fingerprints covered the walls. My face cringed at all the blood. My bed sheets were blood-drenched. Even the pictures of me up on my bulletin board of when i was 13 last year had blood smears. I suddenly heard a sound. I walked into my brothers room, the room it was coming from. To my horror, there was a man standing at the foot of my baby brothers bed. I clicked off the flashlight. I couldn't let him see me. It definitely wasn't my father. This man was way taller, for what I saw in his faint silhouette. There was a little light in the side of the room, shining on my 2 year old brother. I knew I had to do something. If this guy was going to hurt my brother, I couldn't let him. I needed to find my parents or my older sister Madison. I tip-toed to Madison's bedroom, being as quiet as possible. "What on earth is happening" I thought to myself. I found my sister, asleep in bed. Thankfully, she was alone. I woke her up. Putting my finger to my lips as a signal to not talk, I told her that I thought someone broke into our house. Her eyes widened and she sprung out of bed. "What the hell are you doing?!" I whispered angry as she went through her vanity drawers, furiously shuffling through things. She finally grabbed something. "Look, a long time ago mother gave me this. She told me I'd need it someday. I asked her why but she wouldnt tell me. " She shrugged. I shined the flashlight down at her hands and realized it was a gun. "Wait she knew we would need it someday? Do you know how to use it?" I whispered. "Dad taught me last summer" Sneakily, we creeped down the stairs and out the front door. It was brutal outside. It was so unbearably cold that I felt icicles growing on my hands. Walking around the side of the house, we peered into our parents bedroom window. Shining the light into the room, we saw that they weren't there. "Dammit. " Maddy said. "Where do you think they went?" I shrugged my shoulders. "We can't let Jason get killed. There was a man above his bed, and it definitely wasn't Dad." "Holy s***! Why didn't you tell me? We just left the house. We could die if we go back inside. What are we gonna do about Jason?" "I'm not sure. Maybe we should go around to his room and look in the window." Maddy said. So we did. We peered inside. The man was gone. And to our horror, Jason was too. Insanely scared, my sister and I walked around the perimeter of our pretty large house, peeking in windows to find our parents or the man with my brother. We couldn't find anything. "We have to go back inside," Maddy whispered, her voice trembled. I nodded my head in agreement and entered the front door, very quietly. After that we walked upstairs and hid in my parents bedroom. We had to think of a plan first. "I think we should get you a gun. I have this one, but if we split up you won't be safe. I am pretty sure theres one in moms draw. Lets look through -" Maddy's quiet whispers were interrupted by the cry of a baby. And then the sound of a roaring chainsaw. "Screw plans, lets go". I scrambled through mothers bedside drawer and grabbed the small pistol. Next I loaded it with ammo. "Thank god mom and dad took us to the shooting range last year," I whispered to Maddy, who was hyperventilating next to me. When we left the room, we tip-toed downstairs to the bathroom. There, my mother lay, soaked in dark blood. Maddy could tell I was going to scream so she smacked her hand over my mouth and held it there. I screamed through her hand anyway. I stumbled to the ground, hardly being able to breathe. I could not stop crying. "Wwe.. We.. Cops" is all I could pronounce. We searched the house for phones but we couldn't find any. What the hell is this? I better be dreaming. I started pinching myself but it was no use. I looked over and found Maddy, who was loudly hyperventilating into a paper bag she mananged to find. I patted her back lightly. This was unreal. Next, we snapped out of the cloud of fog and realized what we had to do. We quietly left the house and ran two blocks away to my boyfriends house. I knocked hard but no one answered. So we went to the next house. Knocking hard again, they didnt answer. Sobbing so hard our stomachs hurt, we went to every house but no one answered. We collapsed in the middle of the road and cried, holding each other, when suddenly, I heard a boom. Maddy fell forward, ontop of me. Her dark, thick blood dripped slowly onto me. She was dead. After sitting in the road, holding my dead sister, hysterically crying, Maddy started breathing. She opened her eyelids to reveal dark, soulless eyeballs. 'Sarah..." She croaked. "Sarah..." She started to lose her raspyness in her voice. "sarah..." Her voice was clear now. But it wasnt her voice. It was Mom's. I suddenly woke up in a sweat. My mom was shaking me, calling me name to wake up. she smiled at me warmly, and I smiled back.

The Babysitter "Thank you so much, Sydney. Its such a big help. I really appreciate it." "No thank YOU! Its not that big of a deal. And your daughter is adorable, so its a pleasure to watch her." I replied, smiling at Nancy. "Thanks again. I have no money on me right now, so I'll stop at the bank to get your pay on the way back from the dinner. Keep the door locked, and all that stuff. The list is on the fridge. Good luck. We've had some bad luck recently with babysitters. The past 3 actually left before I even got home! Can you believe that? I hope you won't ditch us like they all did! Bye!" Nancy yelled. "And Kaitlyn! Be nice!" She leaned in and whispered, "She doesn't really like babysitters. She said she doesn't need one." Nancy headed out the door. I locked the door behind her and waved goodbye out the window. Then, I walked into the kitchen, where Nancys daughter Kaitlyn was sitting in her elmo booster seat. "Hi Kaitlyn" I said, trying to smile and sound nice and stuff, the way you would normally talk to a 4 year old. "Hi Sydee!" She said, miss prenouncing my name in a cute way. She swung her little legs back and forth, in rhythm with her head. Her huge, blonde curls bounced as her head bobbed back and forth. "How old are you?" I asked. "I'm fauw. How owd are you?" She replied. She meant to say 'four' I guess. I laughed and said. "I'm 18." "Do you want to play a game or something?" "Yes! Lets play hide and seek!" She yelled. She jumped out of her booster seat and speeded towards her room. "Count to twunny!" She yelled. I slowly counted to 20, and yelled "READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!" I could hear her snickering from her room. I opened and closed random cabinets saying are you in here?, to make her think that she can hide well. Then, I slowly entered her bedroom. It was painted glittery pink, and had a hammock and a tiny swing. I would've killed for this room as a kid. I checked behind a table. "Not there...", I said really loud. I heard laughter coming from the closet. When I opened the closet door, a knife tied to a string flew down, piercing right through my chest. The last thing I remember was incredible pain and snickering of a 4 year old girl, dragging me by my foot out to the backyard to bury me.

Blake I sat in my bedroom window. I checked the clock. 6:40. Perfect. 5 minutes until she came. I had my camera ready. When she came, I would get all my family to show them that I didn't have mental issues. And I wasn't making this up. That everyday, just when it turned dark, a small girl would come out of the shed. She looked around my age, 6. She would always have a knife. She would walk around the meadow, out back. I tried to show my mom, but when she looked out, she said she didn't see anything. It was clear that she was there, though. I see her everyday. She walks around. Holding the knife in her hands, like the people in my 14 year old brothers video games. She saw me looking at her through the window a couple of times. When we made eye contact, her red eyes flashed. She bared her teeth at me. They were very pointy. In the mornings I would check the shed to see if she's in there. But she's not. I tried to take a picture of her, but when I checked the camera she didn't show up. I tried using 3 different cameras, because I thought the first one was not working, but the same thing happened with all of them. To be honest, she kind of frightens me. I don't know why I'm scared. She's a little girl, like me. But I think its weird that she's there every night. And she comes out of my shed with a knife. And she had red eyes and sharp teeth. Once, she started flying! She floated up to my window and started clawing at the glass. I ran downstairs to Mommy though. I told her their was a girl in my window. She ran upstairs to check. The girl wasn't there anymore. But the scariest thing that has ever happened, was when she kneeled down far away in the field and started eating one of my family's sheep. First, she used the knife to cut off the fur. Then she sunk her teeth into it. Her eyes started to flash red. I got scared, so Mommy let me sleep in her bed that night. And she's there every night. She keeps killing Mommy and Daddy's animals and leaves. They keep calling the police because of their animals dying. I tell them it was the girl. But they don't believe me. In my mind, I picked a name for her. I picked Blake. *Two days later* Last night, something really bad happened. I was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep. I heard the backdoor unlock downstairs. Then I heard footsteps through the entire house. I could tell where Blake was because of her footsteps in each room. I heard Mommy scream really loud. Then Daddy yelled really loud too. It sounded like he was hurt. Then the whole house got quiet. I got really scared. I hid under my bedsheets and started crying. I didn't know what to do. Then I heard her coming. Her footsteps down the hall. Then my door creaking open. I looked up from my covers. She had red liquid dripping down from the corners of her mouth. It was all over her white dress, too. The knife she was holding was red and she threw it at me. I ducked out of the way of the knife. Blake slowly walked over to me. She wrapped her fingers around my neck and dug her sharp fingernails into my skin. "OW!" I yelled. "MOMMY DADDY HELP!" I yelled. She gripped harder. I couldn't breathe. I tried to get out of her hands but I couldn't. The room faded black. THE END Authors note: Sorry this is really bad. I tried my hardest to make it sound like it was coming from a 6 year old. (shorter words, less intelligence, "Mommy, Daddy" Authors Note

The Cellar Part 2 I closed my eyes as I sank in further and my head started to go under. I had never felt true terror until this day. My #life flashed before my eyes, as I knew this would be my last breath. I took my last breath of amazing air and went under. "Goodbye #life" I thought to myself. Under the blood, the suitcase seemed like the ocean, cold liquid, never ending bottom, and I wondered what was lying at the bottom. I squirmed, trying to fight the forces evil grip. But I knew I wouldn't get out. Pain flushed over me as I soon gasped for much needed oxygen. My body forced me to breathe in, looking for air. When the blood filled my lungs, a burning sensation filled my body. I gasped, jumping up suddenly. I looked around. "Where am I?" I was laying in a hospital bed, in the ER. I looked next to me. Ben and Dylan were laying in their own hospital beds. I struggled to remember what had happened in the cellar. I knew every single detail, but it haunted me too much to speak of it. "I... I'm..." I choked out. "I'm not.. dead. " A nurse came into the room and noticed I was awake. "How are you sweetie?" She asked me. She was wearing her long blonde hair swept into a low ponytail. She was older, I would guess in her late 40's. I smiled at her, giving her the signal that I was just happy to be here. She left the room and returned a couple minutes later with my parents. My brothers were still sleeping. My mom rushed in first. "My baby!" She cupped my face in her hands and kissed my forehead. "What happened, Mom?" I asked. "Well. Its a long story." She laughed. I could tell she was in a really good mood, considering her kids weren't dead. "I obviously don't have anywhere to be." I laughed back. " Okay, well when I was 3, my family moved into our house- You know, Grandma, Grandpa, your uncle David and I. Well, we lived our whole lives there. It was a great house. Nice, and stuff. Its the house we live in now. Its great. So one day, a neighbor was telling us about how a demon used to control the people that lived here." Her voice got lower. "And how legend says that anyone who lived there after moved out quickly and never came back, scared to death. Well, we thought that was a load of crap. Didn't believe a single word of it. And one day, We were, I would say 14. I came home from school and David wasn't there. We checked the cellar. And sure enough he was there. But he was dead. Laying on the floor. The demon contacted us. He told us that if we left, he would find us and kill all of us. Of course my dad had the cops come and stuff but they never showed up. It was the weirdest thing. So we didn't move. Oh, How i wish we did. We put a giant lock on the cellar. We never went down there. Ever." "So, you guys found me and saved me. " I smiled. "Yes. Your father and I came home. And the cellar door was open. And neither you or Ben was home. So we panicked, Called the cops and ran downstairs . Yet again, the cops didn't show. The house was still cursed after all these years. Your dad and I helped you out and we found Ben and Dylan in a closet, passed out in the cellar." Next, my dad came and kissed me on the forehead. " I love you so much. I thank The Lord every possible second that I found you and your brothers in time." I smiled. When Ben and Dylan woke up, I hugged them and started to cry. The happiest moment of my #life. Never go in the cellar.