August 21, 2025 • 16 mins
#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #paranormalhorror #familysecrets #basementwhispers #memoryloss #psychologicalterror When a man returns to his childhood home to care for his ailing mother, he begins hearing whispers from the basement—a place long sealed off and buried in family silence. As the voices grow louder and stranger, he uncovers long-suppressed memories, dark family secrets, and a terrifying presence that feeds on trauma. What begins as confusion spirals into madness, blurring the lines between mental collapse and something truly supernatural. A chilling tale of generational pain, lost time, and the horrors we lock away below. horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, hauntedbasement, familytrauma, repressedmemories, paranormalvoices, supernaturalhorror, descentintomadness, forgottenpast, psychologicalhorror, eeriewhispers, generationalpain, horrorathome, mentalcollapse, traumauncovered, ghostlypresence
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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey, Dad, it's funny you called just now. I was
going to call you. I'm good, I'm good. How are you.
That's good to hear. Anna and the kids are great.
We'll probably drop by on the weekend. I've got to
talk to you about something. Anyway. I'll tell you everything
when we come over. Nah, everything's fine, don't worry. It's
(00:23):
a how do I properly put it? I guess important
family stuff. I'd like to talk to you about anyway.
You wouldn't believe where I've been today. It is kind
of funny that my dad called me at that moment
when I was lying in a pile of rubble and dust.
Everything heard as I lay exhausted in the last place
I expected myself to end up in the basement of
(00:45):
my childhood home. My parents never allowed me to go
there as a child. That was the excuse they had.
Years later, I found out that my grandfather lost the
keys decades ago, and since they had nothing of importance
down there, they I ever bothered breaking the door down.
My mum would come up with many ghost stories about
the basement to keep my brother and me at bay.
(01:07):
Then one day she and Liam vanished. That's all I
can remember the two years between their disappearance and my
dad's second marriage. I can't remember them. I'm clueless about
what happened during these two years. To this day, the
old man gets upset if I bring the topic up.
We moved pretty soon after my dad started dating again.
(01:30):
Something terrible had to have happened to them, because every
time I tried to work my way around my memory,
a great sadness washed over me, a painful sadness that
prevents me from digging any further. I've seen therapists in
my earlier years, and my brain seems to repress some
kind of traumatic memory. Whatever happened was probably awful. Life
(01:51):
didn't stop there, however, not for my father or me.
Thankfully he remarried, and thus I had a new mother
and a sister, Emma. I was a bit of an
asshole to both at the start of my dad's relationship
with my stepmother. It's weird to refer to my mom
as a stepmother to day, but yeah, I was a
troublesome fourteen year old when they wed. I hated everything
(02:14):
in everyone. Over time, I too moved on, and I'm
glad I did. I love both Mom and Emma to death.
Even if my sister is a little hard to deal
with sometimes because she has schizophrenia, it's a fun thing
finding out your little sisters being chased by imaginary vampiric
voices just when you outgrow teenage angst and start your
(02:35):
adult life. I find the positive symptoms far easier to
deal with than the negative ones, because she gets depressed,
withdrawn and incapable of holding a coherent conversation. And even
all those years later and with her treatments, she's still
dealing with a life long, incurable condition that leaves her miserable,
and it just hurts to see. I mean, yeah, we're
(02:57):
adults and we've our own families now, but still we
grew up close and we remained close families. All there
is to this life. I think I was never religious,
so if it isn't for the people I care about
and love, there's not much to be around for now.
All of those things are important to explain just what
(03:17):
happened to me one night actually, on Emma's twenty eighth birthday.
We were all hammered out of our minds, including my sister,
who shouldn't drink, but the night went without issue. She
came up to me, barely able to keep herself upright,
and asked me if I believed in the supernatural. I didn't.
(03:37):
She started giggling, and my first thought she was hallucinating again,
drunk out of my ass. Without thinking, I asked if
she was hearing space chupacabra or something, and she just
shoved me and slurred out how she had a great idea.
I asked her what it was, and she said it
was the funniest thing. She said, I should make an
online post about being a paranormal investigator, just to see
(03:59):
if any anyone might bite on the idea, like in
that movie fourteen o eight. At the moment, I thought
it was the most hilarious thing, so I did just
as she suggested. The next morning, I made a post
on Facebook about being a paranormal investigator. Yes, back then
people still used Facebook. At first, it yielded no results,
(04:23):
but over time came out asking for advice and even
inviting me to investigate. I thought it was silly. I
still think so, but I decided after enough requests to
look into these things, the absolute majority of cases would
end with me being invited to some place where absolutely
nothing of the ordinary ever happens, and I'd just make
up something as I went to convince the person how
(04:44):
I had dealt with the horror. It became a semi
regular thing on top of my regular job. Anna came
along a few times. We always found it funny how
people were so serious about nothing. Ghosts, demons, monsters, you
name it. I've had people approaching me with everything possible
and impossible. Most of it ended with me coming up
(05:06):
with some story because there was nothing. There was nothing there,
and I just made up a good story. On one occasion,
some good came off it. I ended up helping solve
a murder case. A woman claimed she was being visited
by a specter. After some shuffling around and nosing about,
we ended up finding her son's remains, his hastily buried,
(05:30):
half decomposed body. I'll concede that maybe some of this
stuff is real. That time, the female intuition led us
to look in the right places. During this one case,
the woman wanted an exorcism and ended up finding out
something else. Entirely, she found her son was the victim
of a murder. It was hard seeing her break down
(05:51):
like that upon finding her kid was gone. Being a
father myself. I could understand her. No one wants to
lose their children. Ever, this was the first time something
of a note happened during my hunts for paranormal activity.
I love both Mom and Emma to death, even if
my sister is a little hard to deal with sometimes
(06:11):
because she has schizophrenia. It's a fun thing finding out
your little sister is being chased by imaginary vampiric voices
just when you outgrow teenage angst and start your adult life.
I find the positive symptoms far easier to deal with
than the negative ones, because she gets depressed, withdrawn and
incapable of holding a coherent conversation. And even all those
(06:33):
years later and with her treatments, she's still dealing with
a lifelong, incurable condition that leaves her miserable, and it
just hurts to see. I mean, yea, we're adults and
we've our own families now, but still we grew up
close and we remained close families. All there is to
this life. I think I was never religious, so if
(06:55):
it isn't for the people I care about and love,
there's not much to be around for now. All of
those things are important to explain just what happened to
me one night, actually on Emma's twenty eighth birthday. We
were all hammered out of our minds, including my sister,
who shouldn't drink, but the night went without issue. She
(07:15):
came up to me, barely able to keep herself upright,
and asked me if I believed in the supernatural. I didn't.
She started giggling, and my first thought she was hallucinating again,
drunk out of my ass. Without thinking, I asked if
she was hearing space chupacabra or something, and she just
shoved me and slurred out how she had a great idea.
(07:36):
I asked her what it was, and she said it
was the funniest thing. She said, I should make an
online post about being a paranormal investigator, just to see
if anyone might bite take the bait. I could be
like that paranormal investigator guy in that one movie fourteen
o eight. At the moment, I thought it was the
most hilarious thing, so I did just as she suggested.
(08:00):
Next morning, I made a post on Facebook about being
a paranormal investigator. Yes, back then people still used Facebook.
At first, it yielded no results, but over time people
came out, asking for advice and even inviting me to investigate.
I thought it was silly. I still think so, but
I decided after enough requests to look into these things.
(08:23):
The absolute majority of cases would end with me being
invited to some place where absolutely nothing of the ordinary
ever happens, and I'd just make up something as I
went to convince the person how I had dealt with
the horror. It became a semi regular thing on top
of my regular job. Anna came along a few times.
We always found it funny how people were so serious
(08:44):
about nothing. Ghosts, demons, monsters, you name it. I've had
people approaching me with everything possible and impossible. Most of
it ended with me coming up with some story because
there was nothing. There was nothing there, and I just
made up a good story. On one occasion, some good
came off it. I ended up helping solve a murder case.
(09:08):
A woman claimed she was being visited by a specter.
After some shuffling around and nosing about, we ended up
finding her son's remains, his hastily buried, half decomposed body.
I'll concede that maybe some of this stuff is real.
That time, the female intuition led us to look in
the right places. During this one case, the woman wanted
(09:30):
an exorcism and ended up finding out something else. Entirely,
she found her son was the victim of a murder.
It was hard seeing her break down like that upon
finding her kid was gone. Being a father myself, I
could understand her. No one wants to lose their children. Ever,
this was the first time something of a note happened
(09:51):
during my hunts for paranormal activity. Until this point, I
didn't know that fear could weigh as much as a
black hole. I knew somewhere deep inside that it was
just sleep paralysis, but it all felt so real. The hairless,
deformed doglike things sitting on my legs with its jaw
threatening to tear me apart seemed too real. The stench
(10:13):
of its breath, the glint in its red eyes, everything
seemed real. Finally, my brain awoke my body and I
jolted upwards with a scream. The silence soon took over
once more, and there was only silence and the sound
of my heart attempting to escape my rib cage. I
got out of bed and went outside for a smoke.
(10:33):
I had to calm down before trying to fall asleep again,
lest the stress lead me to another paralyzing nightmare scenario.
Once I put out my cigarette, I was about to
head back inside when I felt an icy hand touch
my shoulder. I turned my head and there was nothing there.
Dread washed over me once more. With my head turned,
(10:53):
I heard a whisper, a soft, barely audible whisper. At
first the basement. The sudden vocalization jolted me. I snapped
my neck in the other direction, only to face nothing.
The whispering persisted the basement. Follow me into the basement.
For a moment, I thought I was losing my mind.
(11:17):
Follow me. The voice sounded so familiar, even so hushed,
It felt like a voice I had heard before. The basement.
Follow I glimpsed a shadowy mass moving around the house
to the basement. It was my mum's voice. As if
entranced by the fear and the familiarity of the ghastly vocalizations,
(11:41):
my body moved following the black ether, crawling towards the
basement door. Silent screams of protest echoed inside my skull,
but they fell on deaf ears. I was already there.
The gates into the abyss were open Ajar. I was
staring into the void, and it was staring back at me.
A scream bellowed out of the thonic nothingness, a heart
(12:04):
wrenching scream my brothers. Without a moment's thought, I raced
into the basement, nearly killing myself on the steps that
led into the belly of perdition. Only once the dead,
empty silence wrapped its ethereal arms around my throat, threatening
to crush it, had I realized how stupid I was
rushing in like that, I was shaking. Cold sweat traveled
(12:27):
down my forehead. I felt trapped, lost at the mercy
of some kind of great and terrible cosmic power that
threatened to swallow me. Then and there, there was a
lighter in my pocket, but I had a hard time
grabbing it. Something was wrong with me, something was wrong
with the entire situation. The stench of spoiled milk and
eggs penetrated my nostrils, disorientating me. I was so terrified
(12:52):
by the darkness that I could barely pull out the lighter.
I heard the distinct sound of heavy breathing at the
exact moment I produced a flame. Two conjoined screams irrupted
in my face, one low and animalistic and the other
high pitched with utter despair. Both voices escaped from the
same toothy maw attached to the vaguely human face staring
(13:12):
at me with starving malice. The one singular moment, I
could see the goddamn thing with clarity, felt as if
I had been staring death itself in the eye, a
massive head, completely black, deathly black, hairless, and completely blind.
I didn't even have the time to react to the monster.
It just grabbed me and tossed me to the floor
(13:34):
with an inhuman display of strength. I probably landed on
my neck, because for a moment everything went numb. My
shoulders were on fire, and the jaws of the beast
were painfully close to my face. I could feel it
saliva dripping on to my skin. Everything happened so fast.
I closed my eyes, hoping for a quick death, but
(13:55):
that wouldn't come. The beast began shrieking and wailing. Open
my eyes, I saw a human sized flame withering as
the beast inside cried in agony. Everything it touched caught fire.
Soon enough, a blazing inferno engulfed me. The feeling returned
to my extremities. Once I resigned to my fate, a
(14:16):
ray of light penetrated from above, a beautiful, otherworldly glow.
From within the light echoed the voice of my mother,
my actual mother, my beloved mother. It beckoned me to
get up and save myself. Pushing myself off the floor
felt like I was being tortured, but I had to
move forward. The flame was closing in on me. It
(14:39):
was threatening to block the staircase. Pushing through the sensation
of rods embedded in my extremities, I dragged my feet
out of the basement, brushing my face on some kind
of rope hanging from the basement ceiling. Thankfully I made
it outside of the house. I heard the beast shrieking
and roaring behind me one last time before my body
finally gave in and I collapsed. When I regained consciousness,
(15:03):
I was in the hospital. My entire family was sitting
around me. For the first time in a long time,
I was truly happy to be alive. I don't know
if I could live with myself if I had left
my family like that. I broke my neck and my
arm is burnt. But I'm going to get surgery and
I'll be as good as new in about a year.
(15:24):
Anna and the kids were crying with joy. Emma was
crying too. I wish I could hug them all tighter,
but my arms are still killing me. It was a
beautiful moment. It's a shame these are so far and
few in between. The strangest thing happened once Anna and
Emma left the room. I overheard their conversation. John hasn't
(15:46):
been the same since Amelia passed away. On top of
being overwhelmed with his grief, he's withdrawn and sounds completely
unhinged sometimes. Yeah, I've noticed too. I'm pretty sure he's
convinced I'm his step sister. Oh. He was talking about
all these ghost stories to me a while ago, out
of the blue shit. I think he's like Uncle Bill.
(16:09):
He's got the family curse. He mentioned your side of
the family has had a history of mental illness years ago. Oh, yeah,
we thought it was behind us because neither of us
had it, nor any of our cousins. Mum was fine too,
she was fine until the cancer. Say, Annie, what are
the odds he might have tried to I couldn't hear
(16:30):
the rest of it, But those silly birds had to
be wrong. I wasn't the one attended by the dearly
departed royal servants of Ozimandias. That was Emma right, Mummy.
The end
Hey, Dad, it's funny you called just now. I was
going to call you. I'm good, I'm good. How are you.
That's good to hear. Anna and the kids are great.
We'll probably drop by on the weekend. I've got to
talk to you about something. Anyway. I'll tell you everything
when we come over. Nah, everything's fine, don't worry. It's
(00:23):
a how do I properly put it? I guess important
family stuff. I'd like to talk to you about anyway.
You wouldn't believe where I've been today. It is kind
of funny that my dad called me at that moment
when I was lying in a pile of rubble and dust.
Everything heard as I lay exhausted in the last place
I expected myself to end up in the basement of
(00:45):
my childhood home. My parents never allowed me to go
there as a child. That was the excuse they had.
Years later, I found out that my grandfather lost the
keys decades ago, and since they had nothing of importance
down there, they I ever bothered breaking the door down.
My mum would come up with many ghost stories about
the basement to keep my brother and me at bay.
(01:07):
Then one day she and Liam vanished. That's all I
can remember the two years between their disappearance and my
dad's second marriage. I can't remember them. I'm clueless about
what happened during these two years. To this day, the
old man gets upset if I bring the topic up.
We moved pretty soon after my dad started dating again.
(01:30):
Something terrible had to have happened to them, because every
time I tried to work my way around my memory,
a great sadness washed over me, a painful sadness that
prevents me from digging any further. I've seen therapists in
my earlier years, and my brain seems to repress some
kind of traumatic memory. Whatever happened was probably awful. Life
(01:51):
didn't stop there, however, not for my father or me.
Thankfully he remarried, and thus I had a new mother
and a sister, Emma. I was a bit of an
asshole to both at the start of my dad's relationship
with my stepmother. It's weird to refer to my mom
as a stepmother to day, but yeah, I was a
troublesome fourteen year old when they wed. I hated everything
(02:14):
in everyone. Over time, I too moved on, and I'm
glad I did. I love both Mom and Emma to death.
Even if my sister is a little hard to deal
with sometimes because she has schizophrenia, it's a fun thing
finding out your little sisters being chased by imaginary vampiric
voices just when you outgrow teenage angst and start your
(02:35):
adult life. I find the positive symptoms far easier to
deal with than the negative ones, because she gets depressed,
withdrawn and incapable of holding a coherent conversation. And even
all those years later and with her treatments, she's still
dealing with a life long, incurable condition that leaves her miserable,
and it just hurts to see. I mean, yeah, we're
(02:57):
adults and we've our own families now, but still we
grew up close and we remained close families. All there
is to this life. I think I was never religious,
so if it isn't for the people I care about
and love, there's not much to be around for now.
All of those things are important to explain just what
(03:17):
happened to me one night actually, on Emma's twenty eighth birthday.
We were all hammered out of our minds, including my sister,
who shouldn't drink, but the night went without issue. She
came up to me, barely able to keep herself upright,
and asked me if I believed in the supernatural. I didn't.
(03:37):
She started giggling, and my first thought she was hallucinating again,
drunk out of my ass. Without thinking, I asked if
she was hearing space chupacabra or something, and she just
shoved me and slurred out how she had a great idea.
I asked her what it was, and she said it
was the funniest thing. She said, I should make an
online post about being a paranormal investigator, just to see
(03:59):
if any anyone might bite on the idea, like in
that movie fourteen o eight. At the moment, I thought
it was the most hilarious thing, so I did just
as she suggested. The next morning, I made a post
on Facebook about being a paranormal investigator. Yes, back then
people still used Facebook. At first, it yielded no results,
(04:23):
but over time came out asking for advice and even
inviting me to investigate. I thought it was silly. I
still think so, but I decided after enough requests to
look into these things, the absolute majority of cases would
end with me being invited to some place where absolutely
nothing of the ordinary ever happens, and I'd just make
up something as I went to convince the person how
(04:44):
I had dealt with the horror. It became a semi
regular thing on top of my regular job. Anna came
along a few times. We always found it funny how
people were so serious about nothing. Ghosts, demons, monsters, you
name it. I've had people approaching me with everything possible
and impossible. Most of it ended with me coming up
(05:06):
with some story because there was nothing. There was nothing there,
and I just made up a good story. On one occasion,
some good came off it. I ended up helping solve
a murder case. A woman claimed she was being visited
by a specter. After some shuffling around and nosing about,
we ended up finding her son's remains, his hastily buried,
(05:30):
half decomposed body. I'll concede that maybe some of this
stuff is real. That time, the female intuition led us
to look in the right places. During this one case,
the woman wanted an exorcism and ended up finding out
something else. Entirely, she found her son was the victim
of a murder. It was hard seeing her break down
(05:51):
like that upon finding her kid was gone. Being a
father myself. I could understand her. No one wants to
lose their children. Ever, this was the first time something
of a note happened during my hunts for paranormal activity.
I love both Mom and Emma to death, even if
my sister is a little hard to deal with sometimes
(06:11):
because she has schizophrenia. It's a fun thing finding out
your little sister is being chased by imaginary vampiric voices
just when you outgrow teenage angst and start your adult life.
I find the positive symptoms far easier to deal with
than the negative ones, because she gets depressed, withdrawn and
incapable of holding a coherent conversation. And even all those
(06:33):
years later and with her treatments, she's still dealing with
a lifelong, incurable condition that leaves her miserable, and it
just hurts to see. I mean, yea, we're adults and
we've our own families now, but still we grew up
close and we remained close families. All there is to
this life. I think I was never religious, so if
(06:55):
it isn't for the people I care about and love,
there's not much to be around for now. All of
those things are important to explain just what happened to
me one night, actually on Emma's twenty eighth birthday. We
were all hammered out of our minds, including my sister,
who shouldn't drink, but the night went without issue. She
(07:15):
came up to me, barely able to keep herself upright,
and asked me if I believed in the supernatural. I didn't.
She started giggling, and my first thought she was hallucinating again,
drunk out of my ass. Without thinking, I asked if
she was hearing space chupacabra or something, and she just
shoved me and slurred out how she had a great idea.
(07:36):
I asked her what it was, and she said it
was the funniest thing. She said, I should make an
online post about being a paranormal investigator, just to see
if anyone might bite take the bait. I could be
like that paranormal investigator guy in that one movie fourteen
o eight. At the moment, I thought it was the
most hilarious thing, so I did just as she suggested.
(08:00):
Next morning, I made a post on Facebook about being
a paranormal investigator. Yes, back then people still used Facebook.
At first, it yielded no results, but over time people
came out, asking for advice and even inviting me to investigate.
I thought it was silly. I still think so, but
I decided after enough requests to look into these things.
(08:23):
The absolute majority of cases would end with me being
invited to some place where absolutely nothing of the ordinary
ever happens, and I'd just make up something as I
went to convince the person how I had dealt with
the horror. It became a semi regular thing on top
of my regular job. Anna came along a few times.
We always found it funny how people were so serious
(08:44):
about nothing. Ghosts, demons, monsters, you name it. I've had
people approaching me with everything possible and impossible. Most of
it ended with me coming up with some story because
there was nothing. There was nothing there, and I just
made up a good story. On one occasion, some good
came off it. I ended up helping solve a murder case.
(09:08):
A woman claimed she was being visited by a specter.
After some shuffling around and nosing about, we ended up
finding her son's remains, his hastily buried, half decomposed body.
I'll concede that maybe some of this stuff is real.
That time, the female intuition led us to look in
the right places. During this one case, the woman wanted
(09:30):
an exorcism and ended up finding out something else. Entirely,
she found her son was the victim of a murder.
It was hard seeing her break down like that upon
finding her kid was gone. Being a father myself, I
could understand her. No one wants to lose their children. Ever,
this was the first time something of a note happened
(09:51):
during my hunts for paranormal activity. Until this point, I
didn't know that fear could weigh as much as a
black hole. I knew somewhere deep inside that it was
just sleep paralysis, but it all felt so real. The hairless,
deformed doglike things sitting on my legs with its jaw
threatening to tear me apart seemed too real. The stench
(10:13):
of its breath, the glint in its red eyes, everything
seemed real. Finally, my brain awoke my body and I
jolted upwards with a scream. The silence soon took over
once more, and there was only silence and the sound
of my heart attempting to escape my rib cage. I
got out of bed and went outside for a smoke.
(10:33):
I had to calm down before trying to fall asleep again,
lest the stress lead me to another paralyzing nightmare scenario.
Once I put out my cigarette, I was about to
head back inside when I felt an icy hand touch
my shoulder. I turned my head and there was nothing there.
Dread washed over me once more. With my head turned,
(10:53):
I heard a whisper, a soft, barely audible whisper. At
first the basement. The sudden vocalization jolted me. I snapped
my neck in the other direction, only to face nothing.
The whispering persisted the basement. Follow me into the basement.
For a moment, I thought I was losing my mind.
(11:17):
Follow me. The voice sounded so familiar, even so hushed,
It felt like a voice I had heard before. The basement.
Follow I glimpsed a shadowy mass moving around the house
to the basement. It was my mum's voice. As if
entranced by the fear and the familiarity of the ghastly vocalizations,
(11:41):
my body moved following the black ether, crawling towards the
basement door. Silent screams of protest echoed inside my skull,
but they fell on deaf ears. I was already there.
The gates into the abyss were open Ajar. I was
staring into the void, and it was staring back at me.
A scream bellowed out of the thonic nothingness, a heart
(12:04):
wrenching scream my brothers. Without a moment's thought, I raced
into the basement, nearly killing myself on the steps that
led into the belly of perdition. Only once the dead,
empty silence wrapped its ethereal arms around my throat, threatening
to crush it, had I realized how stupid I was
rushing in like that, I was shaking. Cold sweat traveled
(12:27):
down my forehead. I felt trapped, lost at the mercy
of some kind of great and terrible cosmic power that
threatened to swallow me. Then and there, there was a
lighter in my pocket, but I had a hard time
grabbing it. Something was wrong with me, something was wrong
with the entire situation. The stench of spoiled milk and
eggs penetrated my nostrils, disorientating me. I was so terrified
(12:52):
by the darkness that I could barely pull out the lighter.
I heard the distinct sound of heavy breathing at the
exact moment I produced a flame. Two conjoined screams irrupted
in my face, one low and animalistic and the other
high pitched with utter despair. Both voices escaped from the
same toothy maw attached to the vaguely human face staring
(13:12):
at me with starving malice. The one singular moment, I
could see the goddamn thing with clarity, felt as if
I had been staring death itself in the eye, a
massive head, completely black, deathly black, hairless, and completely blind.
I didn't even have the time to react to the monster.
It just grabbed me and tossed me to the floor
(13:34):
with an inhuman display of strength. I probably landed on
my neck, because for a moment everything went numb. My
shoulders were on fire, and the jaws of the beast
were painfully close to my face. I could feel it
saliva dripping on to my skin. Everything happened so fast.
I closed my eyes, hoping for a quick death, but
(13:55):
that wouldn't come. The beast began shrieking and wailing. Open
my eyes, I saw a human sized flame withering as
the beast inside cried in agony. Everything it touched caught fire.
Soon enough, a blazing inferno engulfed me. The feeling returned
to my extremities. Once I resigned to my fate, a
(14:16):
ray of light penetrated from above, a beautiful, otherworldly glow.
From within the light echoed the voice of my mother,
my actual mother, my beloved mother. It beckoned me to
get up and save myself. Pushing myself off the floor
felt like I was being tortured, but I had to
move forward. The flame was closing in on me. It
(14:39):
was threatening to block the staircase. Pushing through the sensation
of rods embedded in my extremities, I dragged my feet
out of the basement, brushing my face on some kind
of rope hanging from the basement ceiling. Thankfully I made
it outside of the house. I heard the beast shrieking
and roaring behind me one last time before my body
finally gave in and I collapsed. When I regained consciousness,
(15:03):
I was in the hospital. My entire family was sitting
around me. For the first time in a long time,
I was truly happy to be alive. I don't know
if I could live with myself if I had left
my family like that. I broke my neck and my
arm is burnt. But I'm going to get surgery and
I'll be as good as new in about a year.
(15:24):
Anna and the kids were crying with joy. Emma was
crying too. I wish I could hug them all tighter,
but my arms are still killing me. It was a
beautiful moment. It's a shame these are so far and
few in between. The strangest thing happened once Anna and
Emma left the room. I overheard their conversation. John hasn't
(15:46):
been the same since Amelia passed away. On top of
being overwhelmed with his grief, he's withdrawn and sounds completely
unhinged sometimes. Yeah, I've noticed too. I'm pretty sure he's
convinced I'm his step sister. Oh. He was talking about
all these ghost stories to me a while ago, out
of the blue shit. I think he's like Uncle Bill.
(16:09):
He's got the family curse. He mentioned your side of
the family has had a history of mental illness years ago. Oh, yeah,
we thought it was behind us because neither of us
had it, nor any of our cousins. Mum was fine too,
she was fine until the cancer. Say, Annie, what are
the odds he might have tried to I couldn't hear
(16:30):
the rest of it, But those silly birds had to
be wrong. I wasn't the one attended by the dearly
departed royal servants of Ozimandias. That was Emma right, Mummy.
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