My 17-year-old daughter wrote this for her creative writing class in high school. I thought it was so good that I wanted to share it with my readers. I typed it exactly how she wrote it so there are some grammatical errors. ENJOY!
My First Story
by Jordan Clubbs
I was never comfortable in my dad’s basement. It was all white walls and concrete floors. His roommate lived down there, Chuck or something like that. He was a fat man, tall and bald with glasses that took up half his face. I don’t know why, but every time I looked him in the eyes, I always got an uneasy feeling in my stomach. There was just something about him that made me want to look away, run away, and never look back. But he was my dad’s roommate and he was living in that basement for a while, regardless of how creeped out he made me.
One day, my dad and I went down into the basement to do some laundry. Chuck wasn’t home so it was quiet and the lights were off. My dad flipped the switch and I saw something black out of the corner of my eye. I twisted my head quickly to see what it was but whatever it had been had disappeared behind the water heater. I looked up at my dad, me standing at about 3 feet tall, considering I was only 8 years old, trying to read from his face if he had seen it too. He just kept walking to the laundry room, no sign of anything but determination to clean his clothes. I watched him walk into the small room in the corner and turned back to the water heater, my feet glued to the ground. I felt my breathing get heavier and my heart beat faster, asking myself if I should really go see what was behind the heating unit. Finally, my feet started working again and I crept over to the big hunk of metal sitting in the corner adjacent to the laundry room. I slowly made it to the heater and peeked around it, seeing nothing at first. Then, in the very back, I saw a tail. It was black and thin with some fur clinging to the skin. I stood very still, wondering if it was a rat or maybe even a kitty. I turned back to the laundry room, hearing the washing machine kick on. When I turned back to the tail, a small black, furry face was inches from mine. I jumped back, falling on my butt. My eyes grew wide as I looked into the endless black that was this creature’s eyes. It stared at me, standing on two legs like a person. The thing was not much taller than me, a lot skinnier though. It had fur all over its body and hunched over like its back was crooked. I stared back into eyes, my heart beating even faster, until I heard my dad coming out of the laundry room. I turned to see the door opening as he pushed it with a basket full of clean laundry. I looked back only to see that the creature was gone. I sat there, silently for a moment, thinging that I must have just seen something. That it wasn’t real at all.
The next day, I sat at the top of the stairs, waiting for my dad to gather all his newly dirty laundry that needed to be washed. I wanted to see if there was actually something down there and what exactly it was. He finally came up behind me, his arms full of clothes, and nodded at me to head down the stairs. Chuck, again, was not home. He hadn’t been home since yesterday. Dad didn’t tell me where he was and I didn’t ask.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs again, I saw something shoot behind the water heater as we flipped on the lights. I darted over to it, peeking behind it to see if the small animal was there again.
“What the heck are you doing over there?” my dad asked, watching me squeeze myself behind the heater.
“Looking for the kitty,” I replied, looking around through the spider webs and dust bunnies.
He ignore me and shook his head, going into the laundry room as he did the day before. I got down on my hands and knees and saw the tail again, pulling on it. The thing turned around and bared its teeth, ready to bite my hand. I pulled back quickly, afraid it was trying to eat me. The small creature then closed its mouth, tilting its head to the side.
“Huunnngggrrryyy,” it whispered to me, its eyes looking directly into mine. I gasped, ready to scream at the top of my lungs when my dad called my name, telling me to come back upstairs with him. I backed away from the animal and ran upstairs after my dad.
Later that day, Chuck came home with a girl. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days and she might have been homeless. He muttered something about his new “girlfriend” and shuffled downstairs, pulling her along with him. I was confused but didn’t think it was at all important, going back to waching my cartoons. I heard a loud thump from downstairs and frowned at the basemend door. Did Chuck or his girlfriend just fall? Should I tell my dad? Should I go down there? I decided that unless I heard someone crying or yelling I should just ignore it. So, I went to the basement door, pressing my ear against it to hear better.
It was that animal thing again! It was talking to Chuck and his girlfriend! So it must be real. I pressed my ear harder to the door, trying to hear anything.
“Yes, I know you’re hungry, thats why I brought you a snack,” Chuck said quietly. I heard some shuffling noises and the sound of claws against concrete. Then, I heard the most terrifying noise I have ever heard in my entire life. A snap followed by a short scream and sounds of gnashing teeth on meat. I pulled away from the door and looked at it, horrified. If what I thought had just happened actually did happen, then Chuck was a murderer.
I ran into the kitchen where my dad was making dinner, and started pulling on his shirt.
“Dad, I heard something in the basement! You gotta come, quick!” I yelled, yanking him harder.
“Sweetheart, it was probably nothing. Chuck has his new girlfriend down there. Maybe they just dropped something,” he answered, stirring something in a pan on the stove.
“No, you don’t understand, I think his girlfriend is DEAD,” I said quieter, looking up at him with tears in my eyes. He just stared down at me, frowing.
“Why would you think such a terrible thing like that?” he asked me, putting the wooden spoon down and getting on his knees so we were eye level.
“I heard a noise, dad! It sounded horrible! You just have to go look!” I yelled at him, pulling him out of the room. As we made it to the basement door, Chuck was opening it. He jumped when he saw us standing there in the doorway.
“Oh, hey. Sarah just fell asleep. She took a nasty fall down those steps. I really need to get those fixed,” he said, smiling big. I just stared at him, my mouth and eyes wide open. My dad smiled back, nodding.
“See? It was nothing. She just fell,” he said to me quietly as Chuck went into the kitchen.
We finished dinner that night, Chuck and dad talking about business or something boring enough to keep me uninterested. I just kept thinking about that cracking noise I’d heard and that sound of teeth gnashing on flesh and bone. I decided I would check it out whenever Chuck left.
Later on that evening, Chuck went to the store to get some medicine for his new girlfriend and I decided that was the perfect time to go investigate. The second he closed the front door, I ran to the living room and made sure my dad was watching TV. His eyes were glued to the screen, some game show going on or something. I ran to the basement door, opening it slowly and peeking down into the darkness. I slowly made my way down the stairs, getting to the last step carefully, making sure I didn’t slip like Sarah had supposedly done. The stair was so sturdy it didn’t even move when I jumped on it. I flipped on the light switch and slapped my hand over my mouth. The floor was covered in blood and in the middle was the little creature, still eating part of the girls arm. It turned towards me, its eyes huge, its thin body much larger than it had been before. It smiled a big smile, its sharp little teeth now covered in blood and flesh. I stood there, horrified, not able to move my feet at all. Then, it lunged toward me and I screamed just as the lights went out.
Author Bio: Jordan is 17 and currently a junior in high school. She reads like there’s no tomorrow with John Greene being her favorite author ever. She is in advanced writing classes but she loves art more than writing. When she graduates high school, she plans on attending college for an art-related field, such as tattoo artist. And she loves taking selfies!