My house is old. It’s by far the oldest house on our block. We tried to liven it up, to make it comfy, and and we did a pretty good job. We put colorful rugs on the freezing concrete, lamps in every corner. Every room was nice and modern-except the basement.
When I was a little kid, I would sprint up the stairs coming up from the basement. I don’t know what I was afraid of. Maybe a ghost, or a monster in the dark behind me, waiting for me to turn around so it can catch me and… I don’t know what it would do.
But now, as a seventeen year old boy, I’m walking up the stairs from my basement, and my childish fears, long repressed, are coming back. I tell myself to shut up, but that dark part in the back of my head tells me to run, to get out NOW. More than anything I want to rocket up those stairs as I did as a child, but I force my feet to take even, normal steps. I feel the overwhelming urge to look behind me, but I also want to win the battle of paranoia that’s going on in my brain.
So I slowly walk up the seemingly endless staircase, my palms sweating and my heart racing the entire way. But about ten steps from the top, I feel an ice cold hand close around my ankle.
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if you’re going up basement stairs, and the lights are off, you are OBLIGATED to run up the stairs. this is what happens when you don’t do this. trust
It has taken me forever to get the nerve to walk up the stairs calmly after the lights are dead off but I don’t think I’m doin that anymore after this
I was the exact same way when I went to my grandmas as a kid I went in the basement to play on the computer and everytime I went back up the stairs I ran up the stairs looking behind me scared something would take me
Short and boring
If you don’t like it, please keep your opinion to yourself. I’m a human being, and I have feelings.
I live in an apartment building I still feel uncomfortable going down the laundry room which is in the basement but I know that i can scream if i feel something
Two things – One, are you okay if I read this and post my narration online? You’ll be properly credited with your name, or whatever name you’d like to be given, and I’d link back to this thread.
Two – While this is short, it really does tug at the feeling that everyone has gotten at least once in their life. I know it did for me.
Thanks so much! Yes, I would love that. Thanks again! Can you not use my name though?
I still dart out of dark rooms and walk quickly down dark halls. I still will not let any extremity hang outside of the blanket, nor over the edge of the bed. Doors must be closed completely, because you will not be watching ME through a crack, thank you. My shower curtains are clear for similar reasons. I am quite aware that it’s no coincidence that so many of us have these fears. There are reasons. Real reasons.
This shouldn’t bug me but
it’s “modern – except” not “modern-except”.
The grammatically correct way is with a dash, not a hyphen. A hyphen makes “modern-except” one word.
This really wasn’t that great to me.
Did I mis something?
Love it. A lot of people can relate to this fear. I also like how its short and to the point (:
Remove the second and in the beginning
All the time. I can be rather paranoid, and I often draw unsavory conclusions to innocent occurrences. Beware the dark. Gotta love the classics.
I let out a shriek of terror before coming to the realisation that someone was chuckling.
The icy chill that gripped my heart vanished as I realised that it was only my brother playing a stupid prank.
Wait.
My brother died ten years ago.
Shit.
Great story! Just wish it was longer
You call this a story?
I remember the ‘good ole days” when we would go through a haunted house and the workers were allowed to touch you (they don’t do that any more). Somebody grabbed my ankle and I kicked them. I felt bad about it afterwards, but it frightened me! Ice cold hand in the basement… beware!
Oh god, this fear… I hate it so much.
Haha, I hate that feeling when you are so scared but know nothing is really going to hurt you! I always called it false fear.
i have the same fear
I like reading scary stories like this one I just read, I actually have that sort of fear.
Thanks! ^_^
I know what you mean, I have a really old house with an old dusty spider-infested basement with old wooden stairs.