Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

One cold stormy night I woke up. I couldn't see anything or hear anything. Suddenly I headed tapping from the basement. No one had ever been into the basement of my house because its said to be haunted by the builder of the house. The tapping continued. I thought it was my sister fooling around, so I went to her bedroom. She was still asleep. I checked on my parents, they were also asleep. Everyone in the house was sleeping. I walked back downstairs and the tapping continued. I stood infront of the basement door. Suddenly it opened, creaking. I ran to get a flashlight and went back to the door. It was closed again. When I went to open the door it swung open. I went down the old 
Stairs. I looked around for a light. I saw it on the wall. As I reached my hand out to turn it on something grabbed my hand. I struggled to let go if its grip on me but it was too strong. I screamed. No one came. The thing dragged me into a corner and turned on the light. It was my dad. I thought everything was alright until I remembered...  I just saw my dad in bed sleeping. I looked at his face. His eyes were pure white. His mouth was covered in blood. I looked at the floor. There was footprint of blood leading to a body.... It was my mums. I looked back at my dad and he was reaching for something. It was a knife. He picked it up and brought it closer to my head until....