The Basement of Doom Ch. 8--The Decision

                                                   The Basement of Doom                                          

                                           Ch. 8--The Decision

...At least that was what was supposed to happen.  Instead I made the mistake of letting my reckless curiosity override my common sense.

The atmosphere near the basement was once again dead still and heavy with that weird perfume smell.  The longer I stood in front of that book, the more I started smelling an underlying current of death and decay.  Not only that it seemed like there was a crowd of people staring right back.  Even though there was nobody in the room, I sensed them crowding around the door, thrusting their faces into mine.

At that point, I should of just gotten out of the house and spent the whole day in town.  Only coming back for my stuff with a whole bunch of ghost breakers.

Instead, I just stood there like a dolt, setting my teeth and clenching my fists until I drew blood.  All the while, a soft whispery voice in my head kept saying insistently, “You must use the key and open the door.

Now friends, I know what you’re all thinking.  DON’T EVER GO INTO A CREEPY BASEMENT!  WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!  DON’T YOU REMEMBER ONE OF THE BASIC RULES IN SCARY MOVIES?  NEVER, EVER GO INTO THE BASEMENT OF A HAUNTED HOUSE, ESPECIALLY AFTER THE LANDLORD WARNED YOU ABOUT IT!

Yet I wasn’t the least bit rational at the time.  In fact, I was quite peeved, peeved by the beastly whispering, telling me I should open the door, while at the same time the Permanent Occupants of Lum Hum (whatever they were) were trying to browbeat me into submission.  So I just went for it.  As far as I knew, if there was really something waiting on the other side, I would show it who was really the boss around here.

To be continued in The Basement of Doom--Ch. 9--The Descent