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Don’t Go Into the Basement

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You know, Mom, I remember now how it all started.

It was right after moving to the new house. How old was I? Four, maybe five? I was so young. So innocent. So unsuspecting.

The new house was beautiful, Mom. Do you remember how I used to run from room to room? You always laugh so hard when you recount those times. We were so happy. All of us.

The house was so big, much bigger than the old house. This one had two floors. The main floor had the living room and three bedrooms:  Judy’s, Dad’s and your’s, and my bedroom, at the end of the hall.

Do you remember what I used to tell you about the basement though? I always told you to not go into the basement. You would brush it off. Wave away my fears. You probably don’t remember me telling you at all.

But I remember. I can never forget.

It all started with going downstairs on my own a few times. When I would go down there to get something, I would see things moving. Small, black things. In the corners, on top of the TV cabinet, in the hallway, in the laundry room, anywhere. They would move in and out of the corner of my eye. This would cause me to dash into the half-dimmed room and scurry upstairs. I remember one time Judy commented, “Oh, Kelsi’s scared again.”

I was scared of these beings, Mom. I was so scared. When you sent me down into the darkness alone, I feared for my life. I never knew what would happen when I was down there. I got to the point that I never went anywhere without turning a light on. A light switch would always be switched before going in any room, and then a frightening dash back upstairs. But I also didn’t want anyone to know I was afraid. I hid my fear the best I could, Mom. That was until seeing wasn’t the worst part.

It was not long after I began seeing them, that I started hearing them. Saying things in hushed whispers. Mocking me. Snickering. Moving objects in the basement. The small noises meant nothing to you and the rest of the family. You could turn your back to the sounds. You closed your eyes to the unknown living in your house.


I remember this one time; you found a handkerchief waiting for you on your bed. You laughed it off. You all laughed it off.  The handkerchief didn’t belong to any of us, and it was just waiting there for you, almost like a warning. But you all thanked the beings for their kind gift, making a mockery and a joke out of it. Mom, why didn’t any of you listen to me when I told you to stop?

By the time I was eight, the voices were a constant occurrence in the house. I could hear every word they said. These creatures, which I called the Whisperers, talked about everything. They talked about new things to do to be nuisances, how much we amused them, how best to hurt the family living in their house. I had learned from you to put these things behind me and ignore them.

But that became harder and harder. I remember one night, laying in my bed, I heard the door creep open. I hadn’t been able to sleep well, so small noises jerked me up in the middle of the night quite often. But the Whisperers never moved objects so carelessly. They knew I was awake, and they knew the best way to frighten me. Loud movements were heard from the kitchen, and to save myself, I flung the blankets over my head. I wanted to cry for you like a toddler, Mom, but I didn’t want to put you in harm.

I heard a yelp from the kitchen. It was soft enough that no one else would be awoken from it. I know if you ever read this, Mom, you’ll yell at me for being so stupid, but I had to see what was in the kitchen. I had to know what evil was preying on my family.

The hallway felt eerily cold in the hot summer’s night. The light, being already on, hardly made my descent to the kitchen less terrifying. My feet shattered the silence as I struggled to creep as quietly as I could. I was so afraid, and the sweat from my body glued my clothes to my skin.

Mom, I don’t want to scare you with describing what was in the kitchen, but I’ll tell you best of what was there. A small creature, about 2 foot high, stood before me. It was pitch black and beady yellow eyes. This is the only way to describe the appearance of the creature, Mom. It smelt of a mixture of vegetable oil and that paving stuff that they put in the cracks of roads. It gave off this sound, like a crackling fire and constant murmuring whispers. The creature made me afraid, Mom. It was fear incarnate. This creature drove a stake right into my soul, making me cold and writhe in true darkness.

While I watched this…thing, it stared me down and opened its mouth, which was invisible at first glance. Its mouth was simply a whole full of razor-sharp teeth, and it snickered as I gasped at the pure horror of the scene. As quickly as it opened, the creature’s mouth closed, and it turned its gaze over to its right. I hadn’t noticed her, Mom. I hadn’t noticed Dino.

Dino, our poor hound, lie directly in the center of the kitchen underneath the countertop. A large butcher knife was nestled gently between two of her ribs. Dino whined one last time as she took in her last breath and died a painful death.


I didn’t know what to do then, Mom. I had no control of my body at that time. I cried. No, I screamed while tears fell from my eyes. I didn’t know what else to do, Mom. I couldn’t help it.

That’s when I heard them, down the hall again. Judy’s door and your door was open. Oh, God, Mom. I was so frightened. Without thinking about it, I ran into Judy’s room.

Judy was dead, Mom. I found her mutilated, but I know you wouldn’t want details about how your daughter was killed. Let’s just agree that she had not stood a chance.

I had no time to grieve. I had to check on Dad. Strangely, the light to your room was on, so I didn’t need to go too far inside to see Dad laying lying on the ground, in a distraught, disturbing way. Two butter knives were lodged into his neck, Mom. I don’t know how that was done.

You were not in the room. You weren’t there. Why weren’t you in your room? Did you hear it coming, the footsteps? Did you honestly think that running to the basement would be the best answer?

I knew immediately, Mom. I knew you were down there, trying to escape the evil that was upstairs. I ran down the stairs, hoping to beat the Whisperers to you.

I found you in the family room, Mom. The light was off. I found you in front of the TV. You had gashes in your head and your legs. You were losing so much blood. When you saw me, you screamed. You screamed so loudly. I didn’t understand.

But then I saw them. The Whisperers had beat me to you. And they were chanting.


Kill her. Kill her. We must kill her. We must kill her. Kill her. Kill her.

They were chanting at me, Mom. They were telling me to kill you. They were telling me that you had to die.

That’s when I looked at my hands.

They were covered in blood, Mom. Blood was staining my new nightgown. Blood was running down my arms. I was holding a knife. A knife from the kitchen.

When I looked back up, the Whisperers were gone, and it was just you and me.

I turned on the light and smiled. You screamed again. I advanced you, raising the knife in my hand.

I told you to never go into the basement, Mom. Why didn’t you listen to me?

Credit To: Rose

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106 thoughts on “Don’t Go Into the Basement”

  1. I’ve been reading pastas all night and I finally found one that spooked the shit out of me. A couple grammatical errors and the ending wasn’t very strong, but it gave me goosebumps. I have three more hours till sunlight on my shift, and an icemaker that randomly goes off. I am most likely going to have a heart attack.

  2. This was so well done I would compare it to the best of Edgar Allen Poe! Good, steady buildup and emphasis on unsettling details, like the plea for the mother not to go in the basement and how the child repeats what she says as if she is trying to reassure herself its true.

  3. I don’t know about you guys, but I grew steadily more agitated every time you said mom. You probably didn’t need to say mom that many times, and for that I give this a 7/10

    1. It was required to give the tone of a child telling the story and I thought it was highly effective

  4. This was really great! The great idea to use a childs fear inn the story made it a great plot! the ending was a great twist that the child actully was pshyco! very good! VERY GOOD! that’s how you make a good pasta!

  5. Good one, I didn’t see the end coming, which is definitely more than I can say for most of the things I read. Still, I agree that the “if you ever read this” part shouldn’t be there. It’s OK that the narrator addresses a letter to her now-deceased mother, but knowing full well she’s dead, why should she think her mother will ever read the letter? The letter itself is enough to let readers believe the woman’s still alive, that part is too much, a bit like cheating.

    1. I agree. Rereading it, that line should have been left out. No use regretting leaving it in though, because there it is. But thank you for the feedback. :)

      Working on a few other pastas, but they’re about…halfway cooked. Too hard and crunchy to be truly enjoyed as of yet.

  6. This was really good, definitely reminiscent of “Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark”. I loved the repetitious use of “Mom”. It set the atmosphere for the disturbed child narrator. I love “monsters in your head” stories.

    1. Heh..I actually have yet to read your story, Jeff. I’m a chicken…:S Maybe I’ll do that now…

      Please don’t kill me…

  7. SOOOOO… the first floor has 3 bed rooms? It’s 4 man,Judy’s You Mom’s Your Dad’s and yours ^^
    pretty scary though we have to basements.. I’ll use some grenade or Liquid Nitrogenn on them,what do you think?

  8. I liked this, reminded me of the film Don’t Be Afraid Of The Dark with the evil fairies in the basement. However I really felt you said ‘mom’ far too many times! It pulled me out of the tension and was a bit like the STOP used in a telegram ;) just a small thing it did for me personally otherwise it was very creepy.

  9. …wow, scary, just a question, have you ever read an article on paranoid schizophrenia? this (minus the murder) almost perfectly describes the symptoms of it

    1. I actually am fascinated in psychology and workings of the brain. That was not my intention, but many people are seeing this character in that light. It could be a mental problem…or could it be something else??? Bum bum bum!!!! ;) Thanks!!

  10. It’s always a gift when you get an amazing story combined with an amazing presentation. Very well written. Very creative. 10/10.

  11. Really good, enjoyed a lot….but as i was scrolling page i saw then ending, then read the story. Missed full enjoyment but still great

    1. That’s hilarious. I actually used that imagery as a very basic sketch of them. I didn’t think I described them as such, but nice catch. :)

        1. Lol Well, I didn’t mean to describe them like that. Did that make the image less-scary for you?

  12. you would be surprised by just how many unheard whispers manipulate human life. even humans can use unheard whispers. subliminals. weaker than a demon’s, but just as effective

  13. I enjoyed it very much! Personally, I got the twist in my head when they started talking about ways to mess with the family, and when the dog was killed I was 100% sure about it, but that’s no fault of the writing. It’s just my way of thinking lol

    1. Actually, I reread it approximately 3-4 times. But I’m sorry that you felt that I did not. I will have several others check my next work, if I decide to do another. :) Thank you for the feedback.

  14. Lol it is fake, but parts are based on true experiences I had as a kid. The handkerchief and seeing weird movements in the basement is true. But if you’re asking if I brutally murdered my family, no, no I did not. :)

  15. The concept is fantastic, but the execution could have been better. Some grammatical errors and poor word choice, but overall I liked the story.

  16. Hey, I’m really glad to get some positive feedback. This is my first creepypasta, and you never can tell what people are going to think.

    @ Burdicus- I had actually meant read in the past tense but typed "you’d"… thanks for catching that :)

    1. Hey sorry just wanted to ask a question about the ending and I feel really stupid for asking but I was kind of confused like I understood that it was the boy who had killed them but I’m confused about the whole not going into the basement thing

      1. Lol Well, she first saw the Whisperers in the basement. It was where they were the strongest, and it was where she would more than likely be alone with them. She felt they were always down there, and if anyone else would go down there, she felt they would get whoever would go down there.

        It’s also what I used to say to my sisters and parents at my house.

  17. You know what sucks? My room is in the basement. I’m moving my bed right now.

    Seriously though, very well written pasta. I loved the twist at the end. Didn’t see that coming! Nice job!

      1. Firetrucks for Everone

        What the firetruck did I just read? It scared me. I’m reading this in the basement. I’m going to piss myself.

  18. Look at me. Now look at the Whisperers.
    Now back to me. Now to my dog.
    Now back to me. My dog is now diamo…I mean dead.
    Look at my family. Now back to the Whisperers.
    Now back to me. I have a knife. I’m also covered in blood.
    I’m a murderer.

  19. Not bad, it was an enjoyable read. But let me just say that I think this line: "I know if you ever read this, Mom, you’ll yell at me for being so stupid…" should probably be removed. As it is right now, the above line implies the mother is still alive (able to read this) whereas the ending contradicts this by implying the mother is about to be murdered.

    1. that’s kinda the point though. to make you think that somebody innocent survived and everything is all right. that there’s a happy ending or that she at least got away and maybe he sacrificed himself. that’s how you set up a good ending like that, by distracting people with false hope before you take it all away.

      1. English is stupid like that. The spelling for the present and past tense of a word is the same but pronounced differently.

        1. Although if that were the case that the line would be "I know if you’d ever read this, Mom, you would have yelled at me for being so stupid…"

        2. But that contraction is “you would” so “i know if you would ever read this”…. “would” should stay out to preserve the mystery because it makes it future or present tense and without the “would”, its not definite and is what makes the story fun

    1. Ha i live in the basement

      It can be scary

      theres the spirit of a dog with its head bashed in

      its friendly and barks whenever something evil is around

      Its one of the best dogs i ever had, too bad i cant take it for walks

  20. Best story I’ve read in ages! 9/10 due to a few minor grammatical errors, but other than that: perfectly terrifying!
    Well done :)

        1. The Undying Child

          Agreed. That some of the worst things that could be said in response the the first comment. It’s almost as bad as all the candlejack commen

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