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My feet managed to drag me along down the creaking wooden steps towards the cooling basement. I had my right arm lightly curved out so my palm could grasp and hold out the little plastic flashlight which was dimming my way through the utterly dark shadows towards my cold destination. From above me now, as I took the last step to have my socked feet firmly set along the concrete flooring of our spooktacular lower apartment, the deafening upper rage of the thundering storm could still be heard, loud and clear as if I had still been sprawled out on my bed, and the power had not so suddenly flicked out. The power was out.. just the darkening thought shifted a shiver up my spine. I hated dark area's. And I hated cold, creepy and lonesome basements to add. I slowly picked up my feet as I started to explore the region of the cold place, peeking about and shining my flashlight in a wave from angle to angle, wall to wall like a scared child on Halloween. I had to admit, when Dad wasn't home to keep my mind from casting off, the house really seemed like a horror movie's scene. The kinds where the lone girl suddenly gets assaulted and stabbed from the darkest area of the home. The basement, usually.. I turned my head now and then to gaze past my shoulder, just to be safe, and make sure no one was trying to sneak up on me. My feet continued to graze over the smooth and damp flooring as I continued to shine my flashlight along each wall. Specially to pause here and there on some corners. After a few moments of life-time wandering I finally felt my feet stumble a light trip against some power-cords which hung along the ground instead of up high in the floorboards. I made sure not to let myself actually slip and fall, that'd be childish. But I did allow myself to reach my hands out until my left hand, the one not occupied scanned over the little ice cold panel I'd been searching for. I picked my feet up over the cords and then raised my flashlight to shine it along the silver service panel; the one each dragging cord was connected too. I slowly now reached into my pocket, my flashlight being thrown into my left hand until my right could pull out the tiny bronze key, the one which opened the little locks Dad clipped onto electrical outlets. I never got irritated, or mad with my father for doing so. I mean, if I lived on my own I'd probably do the same for my own safety. Trusting me in a house of open wires, and un-watched electrical circuits would be just as fun as shoving a toddler into a room of statical outlets. My right hand now slowly extended to the lock, my left raising up to gently drop the flashlight onto the top of the box with a light ting noise. I had to use two hands to unlock this damned thing, but at least I'd be shot with a tide of comforting light once finished. My left hand scooped under the Rusting Warded Padlock as I twisted my right hand to shove the key into the key-hole at the bottom of the lock. I had to wait a moment, and fiddle with the key before the reassuring click sounded, and I gave a light smile as my left hand was able to pull free the clinging lock. Usually, and as I could tell, it wasn't often Dad, or me had to open this little box. The lock was barely willing to be pried off by me. And I doubted it just held me to a grudge. I slowly swapped my flashlight in exchange for the lock along the top of the box. I pulled open the service box and quickly pierced the light onto the little knobs, and switches which lingered inside. I remembered Dad explaining once how and what these keys all meant. Of course, I never payed much attention to so seeing I never expected to be the one having to save the house from a gruesome darkness. My lips parted a light sigh of relief as my brain was saved luckily from having to try and recall which switches Dad instructed to flip on for the house. Along, and under each switch was a piece of peeling white tape which clearly had little symbols along the facing part as if to direct me, if ever needs be, which switches operated which. A nice reminder, I owed him that. I slowly moved my right index finger to smooth over the peeling pieces and read the little symbols. Dad wrote in pencil, so of course some were smudged. Figures. I made out what I could. I figured 'KB' and 'TB' obviously stood for me and my dad's room's upstairs. I smiled a tad and reached to turn those switches on. It's all I needed until the power would properly turn the whole house itself on. My finger gently pressed the switch up, and as it sprung to lift up I then, I swear it was then, heard a shuffle from behind me. Now I recalled quickly I was in my spooky basement, alone, with only a little flashlight for support in the dark. I felt my fingers grow cold as my eyes scanned out a little, staring to the side's, but not daring to look completely behind me. I was spooked for the moment, had my face turned chalky white? I dared not chance my turn. I quickly sucked in a deep, cold breath and let my eyes browse quietly along the stickers. I found another key labeled. 'B'. Unlike 'Bathroom' which was 'Br', and the bedrooms which had our initials I knew that one was labeled for Basement, and in a raced hurry I flicked that switch on too. I jumped, started lightly as the whole shadowed basement was lit in a low glassy gleam which surely out numbered my flashlights dim shimmer by far. I pushed my left thumb up to turn off my flash light and still, without turning to gaze around I fumbled my hands to re-lock the padlock as my flashlight was dangled along my pinky by it's string. I waited for the closing click before I noticed my racing heart throbbing inside my rib cage. I hadn't taken much shock in the mysterious noise earlier, but now that my deed down here was finished, I had to turn back and hopefully, for my poor eyes I would only see the empty basement..If it was really empty, besides me. I swung my flashlight into my palm again, best have my weapon ready, as I turned to my side first and quickly hurried my chocolate brown eyes across the oppisate edge of the basements room. I noticed quickly, and to my aid that I was right, and I was alone. My tensed shoulders gave a shrug and loosened, as my eyes narrowed from the widened state I hadn't earlier noticed. I couldn't help from trailing my view along the whole room. I really was alone, and even in the corners not a thing dared to appear. Maybe I scared them more then they'd scared me. I gave a friendly grin and started back over the path of wires, and back towards the staircase. I wasn't mugged, or pillaged luckily along the way, but when reaching the stairs the same blaring storm outside was still playing it's loud tune into my ears. I shivered, and then took in another deep breath. I faced the basement, and now I had to face the storm from my own safe zone.
I pulled myself forcefully up the stairs, turning along the diagonal swerve which made no particular sense to me as to why it was there, but I never questioned Dad about it.
It wasn't a very long staircase, but it was pretty narrow, almost enough so to make someone claustrophobic. My eyes turned back once as I almost reached the basement's closed door. I lingered on the hidden angle of the stairs before pushing out a deep groan. I hated being a lone Teen, I really did need to get out a little more, make myself a nice busy life to distract me from these monsters, and mythological thoughts. I used my right hand to twist the golden tinted doorknob and shove the door open to free me into the even darker section of the house. Why hadn't I just turned on the whole damn house? I mentally slapped myself in the face, but didn't return down the stairs. I glided my feet along the wooden tiles of the floor, I walked to yet another staircase to descend up into my silently peaceful room for the remainder of the night until I heard yet another noise. Noise's, noise's, was my poor hearing snapping back at me in a taunt? I turned my head again, my eyes seeming to quickly focus to the one thing which seemed to illuminate the source of this new noise. It sounded like a shoving noise, and then rattling. A shoving, rattling monster? Oh man, seventeen and having childish imaginations. Pathetic. I listened this time, my body oddly not reacting as horrible as it had with the first startle. I watch slowly as I then heard the rattling stop, and the door slowly swung open inch by inch. Now I usually would give a scream to see the front door open, in the darkest of homes, but I was paused from doing so when a creamy hand poked in, soaked from the downpour outside and rested palm first towards me, as if signaling it meant no harm. I held my breath, and watched as the rattling sounded again, and the drenched, soggy form drifted into the house. I blinked. Then smiled half-heartedly. "Shh, it's just me, Kassandra." My father's caring voice echoed in before the light clap of the door closing hit my ears and I jumped. Relieved however it was just dad, and not my fantasy monster. "Kasse." I always had to remind him. Kassandra was just too long for me, Kasse was much more fitting, and more fun to play around with. "Kasse." I heard my Dad repeat before his gruff chuckle echoed. A silent second passed before either of us spoke again. "Powers out," He pointed out the obvious. "You touch anything?" He then accused as if the whole street was out due to me. I hated when people over-looked my danger side. I gave him a scoff and turned my head. My expression obviously showed him i wasn't pleased, and he accepted that. "Alright alright, let me go check downstairs." He said seeing my flashlight. "May I?" I then heard him ask as he stood along the left side rail of the stairs and edged for my flashlight. I blinked, looked down at it almost forgetting it was swinging around my wrist. "Lights are already on." I said in a quick, rushed voice before my body quickly did a 360 and I was hurrying up the stairs like a little child about to get in trouble for drawing on the walls. I skidded my rush into a walk when I didn't hear my dad question why the basement lights would still be on, and I hoped I left no evidence of my journey down there. As my slow pace drove me towards my far end room I took the handle in slight hesitance. I couldn't hear the shut of the basement door, but I knew my father was down there. I knew he wasn't delusional enough to think of monsters as I was. I jested lightly at myself about being a little too skitsofranic about this storm. I knew all thunder storms were a fear of mine, but hearing noises on those storms really were just in my head. I had to learn to get over it. I was almost an adult, I had not reason to jump, and be spooked by childish things. "The dark, pfft." I said broadly as I entered my room, the lights, and electronics all coming to life, as the hall behind me too lit. I smiled more in comfort, and wandered further in, shutting my door and heading for my bed. The rain pattered against my window, which had the blinds draped down so I couldn't see the lightning, or see the rain. It didn't work, I still picked out the outlines. I heard my father stomping up the stairs to his own room along the oppisate hall. I didn't turn to stare at my door like I usually did, instead I just laid comfortably along my bed, arms folded behind my head of long messy dark-brown hair. I was distracted, and paranoid to watch this storm till it'd pass.
I'm not sure just how long I'd kid myself. I heard a deep rumble come from outside as the rain was still knock knocking along my three rectangular windows to my left. I blinked, and found my vision was blurry, and my eyes were narrowed almost shut. I found my body ached lightly, and my mind fought with my conscious to send me back into my deep dreamless slumber. Of course I had fallen asleep, I always did when I had too much confidence against something. I gave a light yawn and broke the fact I'd slept out the storm.
 Hell Mistress · Mon Dec 03, 2007 @ 08:33pm · 1 Comments |
