"The Murderer"

"The Murderer"

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Chapter1 (v.1) - Murderer

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 25, 2017

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hapter 1

Our next door Neighbors asked me if I wanted to House sit for them while they went away for a business trip to Columbus. So of course I agreed they were one of our favorite neighbors and they offered to pay me $200 so of course I said yes. The only rule they told me was "Do Not Open the Basement door No Matter what I hear." I of course didn't want to argue so I just said yes I understand. Later that day they had packed up and left. They left me a note telling me how to feed the dogs. And reminding me to stay away from the Basement door. Also there was a $20.00 bill on the counter for a pizza. I called for delivery. Now our house was right across the street. My parents would be home if I ever needed them. Once the pizza came I gave the guy a tip and locked the door. And put on "Nightmare on Elm Street." One of my favorite movies. I passed out and when I woke up it was a little before midnight. I heard a knock. I went to the front door and unlocked it and opened the door figuring maybe it was one of my parents checking up on me. However nobody was at the door and the lights in our house were all off they must be asleep. The. I shut the door and locked it. To my horror I heard the noise again and realized it was from the basement. I was told not to go near there No matter what I heard. I walked over towards it. The knocking started to turn in to a loud thud. Then I heard cries. "Please let us out you don't understand those people kidnapped us. They torture us." I walked over and a part of me wanted to ask them if it was true. But I stayed silent. "Please you do t understand they are going to Kill us!" We have children down here. I the. Said "who are you?" Big mistake. "Yes there is someone up here someone different. Who are you?" No you first I say right I front of the door. Tell me who you are. Ok ok I am Jason and 
My wife Sarah and kids Martin and crissie. We were knocked out by these people and thrown in the basement. We have been tortured ever since please let us out. I promised I wouldn't go near the door I had said. Please it's a matter of life and death. I should have taken that as a threat. I took a deep breath and unlocked the door and opened it. A tall man walked out laughing he was dressed in black it was hard to make his face out since it was so dark but he grabbed me and shoved me down the steps in the basement and said "Have a nice fall" I hit the ground pretty hard. Ow I had said I looked up and watched as the man slammed the door and locked it. I realized my phone was upstairs not in my pocket. I was trapped! I ran to the basement door and tried to open it but of course it was locked. I banged on the door screaming I don't know why the man was obviously long gone and my parents couldn't here I was home alone 
All weekend locked in this basement. I panicked there was a bared window on the opposite side of the basement I tried to yell out for help but no one came. The next day I tried to get anyone to help me but no one came. Finally my mom and dad came to check on me I heard the front door open and them calling my name. I screamed "In the Basement" they unlocked the door. My dad said what were you doing down there? I heard voices saying there were kids being tortured down here and I opened up and a man grabbed me and threw me down here. You weren't supposed to be down here. You let the murderer get away. Wait you had me house sit where a murderer was? No you were Babysitting so the Murderer wouldn't escape! Why didn't you call the police? It's what the neighbors wanted the man killed there son and they wanted to keep him down there for as long as they could. But he escaped and now he was going to kill us all. Then the power to the house was cut off. And the man was starring down at us from upstairs he held a chainsaw in his hands and started laughing. He locked us in the basement and we saw him from the bared window a few minutes later walking down the street with the chainsaw he grabbed a car and started to drive away. I had set a murderer free that night.


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