Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25891880-20141218232455

>>> Alright guys, I'm giving this a go as my first creepypasta. I apologize if it's complete crap to you, but appreciate if you like it. WARNING MAY BE TOO INNAPROPRIATE OR SCARY. But come on, we already know that.

"The Man Living in our Basement"

My family and I finally got out of the moving truck when we arrived. We had just bought a new house. There was too much crime in our old neighborhood and our old house was falling apart. I have a sister named Ally, who is 17, and my mom and dad. My name is John, and I was 10 at the time in 2003 when the most traumatizing event in my life happened.

Two weeks after we bought the house, we realized we could use a basement for more space for things like, you know, pipes, plumbing. So we built one. We used it a lot for things, especially for washing clothes. Eventually we moved the washing machine to the kitchen, and that's when we started using it less. Then, after a few weeks passed by, we started hearing strange sounds from the basement. We were starting to get worried so Dad would come in there and look. He finds nothing. We started to get more and more worried that we called animal control about a week after hearing the sounds. But that's when it all happened.

The man got his tools and crap to get whatever the hell was back there. I almost made a sigh of relief as he went down to the basement to search. We waited for him, but nothing happened and it's been a while.

My mother decided to check on him about what happened but she didn't come back after a while. We all decided to check. And the moment we went down a few steps, I heard the noise again but even more dreadful and terrifying. We looked around in the dark basement (the lights didn't work) and then we saw it. It was a person, or something. He stared at us in the eye. He looked scary as hell, even though I didn't see much of his body and face. His eyes were glowing. He started twitching, then twitching at me. At that moment we knew something was wrong. "Call the police, Ally.", my dad said. The person then hissed at us. Then I went black.

I woke up, soon to find I was sitting in a chair. Tied up well. This wasn't an animal. I looked to my right and saw nothing, just the rest of our dark dusty basement. When I looked to the left, then I vomited.

My whole family was dead. No doubt about it. Each of them were sitting in a chair tied up, blood all over them. They were all gutted from the face down to the point where I almost couldn't make out who was who. My sister didn't even have her head on anymore. She looked like she was "played with" when I saw her completely naked. My dad looked as if he was even stabbed in the throat. I moaned, feeling weak and scared. I was very near death. It was the most horrific thing anyone should ever see and shouldn't see. I'd rather kill myself than look anymore at my dead family. Then I saw the animal control guy in the corner. I thought he was dead. Then I heard a sudden noise. He was alive. He stared at me. I tried to shout to ask him what had happened, but then I saw the demonic-looking man that I had seen before I blacked out. He grabbed the man and dragged him to the extra table we had in the basement. I heard many stabbing sounds. Then I heard a gutting sound combined with groaning. Then it stopped when I saw him violently cut off his head and legs. Blood almost flooded around me from the table. I couldn't bare it anymore. I sobbed.

How the hell was I alive? I don't know. What I knew was that I was half gutted and cut and didn't bleed out. Who would do this? Where is the police? All these thoughts circled me, but I knew I had to at least try to get out. I almost felt confident as I grabbed the pocket knife out of my pocket. I struggled as I tried to untie myself, but felt victory as I finally got out. I checked to see if the demonic man was still there. He wasn't. I then looked at my dead family for a second and cried. I hugged them. My family was dead. Even if I got out, how could I live with myself?

Anyway, so I searched for the way upstairs, and went up them. I crept ever so silently, but I knew it would all end for me when I made a sound with my foot on a weak part of the stairwell. I turned and there it was, or he. He had a mask on, like nothing in those movies I've ever seen before. He looked so scaly and skinny like he hadn't eaten in ten years. He had a gory knife in his hand. I was so scared I just stared at him. I then ran like hell to the door and ran almost a mile away as possible. I grabbed out my phone and dialed 911. When the police arrived at my house, I ran to one of the officers and hugged them. I sobbed. They asked me to show them what happened. I said "Yes I'll show you but you won't like it". When I showed them, they were disgusted and one of them threw up.

The man who did this was never found and to this day is still out there. I moved in with my aunt and uncle soon after we buried my family at a cemetery. I couldn't believe what had happened was possible, you could almost say my self esteem was broken that night. Well, one night, 2 years later, I was in my room. I was watching Pokemon on TV when suddenly I heard whispering sounds from my closet. I gulped a bit and turned around to open the closet and see what was inside. When I opened it, my dead sister and dead parents stuffed and piled up together, looking like they were the night they were murdered, fell down to my feet. 