The Noise in the Basement

Hello, my name is Robert.

I recently found a really old-looking blog website online, and I found the actual blog itself very interesting. I’m pretty sure the blogger’s name is Matthew Wilkins, and he’s been missing for 1 year now.

Anyway, here you go.

 

July 23rd, 2016

It’s been a long time since I last visited and actually wrote something in my internet blog, and my last entry was made in 2007. That’s eleven years. Anyways, I revisited this blog because the kind-of “ringing” type of noise is coming from the basement again. It might just be the washing machine, though. It’s getting late, so I should probably stop typing for now.

 

July 24th, 2016

I just woke up to a very loud thump sound coming from the air vents in the bathroom. It’s currently 3 A.M. and completely pitch black outside. I’m gonna go check out the sound.

[10 hours later]

I found a half-chewed dead rat in the basement. I don’t own any pets, so I’m actually… well, I hate to say it, but I’m actually pretty scared now.

 

July 25th, 2016

This might actually be my last entry, because I’m selling my house, and I have to deal with all the paperwork for a while. It is currently 11 P.M.

[UPDATE]

I heard another f*****g sound from the basement. This time it was the creaking sound of the chairs, and then I heard the most horrific F*****G screech ever. I saw the basement door open.

There is someone… or… someTHING in the house… I saw its shadow. I’m currently under the bed, writing this on my phone with the brightness almost completely out. This thing’s hands are so darn messed up… it has claws. Footlong claws. And its body is so terribly f*****g distorted.

[UPDATE 2]

I’ve been under this bed for hours now. I think this thing  is gone… I’m gonna go check, but I can’t type while I’m walking so I’m gonna switch the mic on.

Matthew: I’m gonna step into the basement. I might die tonight. 

*creeek, creeeeeek, thump.*

Matthew: Wait… is that a f*****g KID crying in here?

*wheeeep, wheep, sob*

Matthew: Okay, I see her. Hey kiddo, what are you doing here? Who are you?

*SCREEEEEEEECH*

*gulp, grunt, thump, Matthew screams.*

*cough cough, flesh being ripped apart, drag sounds.*

*mic switches off.*

Robert: This is where the blog ends. Many people think Matthew is dead, and so do I. But the thing is, his body was never found.