My mom always told me to never go to the basement, so I always obeyed her and never really asked why.
A few months back, I was checking something in the kitchen, that's basically besides the basement.
When I got there, I saw the basements door, but didn't really focus on that, until I heard some whining noise coming from there, like a puppy. I actually thought for a moment that there was a puppy down in the basement, so I went there to check.
As soon as I entered the basement, my mom saw me and yelled at me, grabbing me by the back of my shirt and getting me out of there. My mom had never yelled at me, so I was actually sad, but she gave me candy and we never talked about it again.
I never asked her why there was a little boy, screaming in fear, making that whining noise I heard from the kitchen.
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