He’d brought her to visit his home town. Since this was her first time visiting, he decided to show her his childhood haunts. First was the ruined cottage, sitting by itself on a rural road.
“This place used to scare the crap out of me.”
“It was haunted.”
“You really believed that?”
“I did. It had a creepy vibe. Maybe I should see if it still does.”
He walked through the front door.
“I can’t feel anything. Whatever haunted this place has gone.”
He walked further into the ruin.
“There’s an entrance to a cellar in the floor here. Never noticed that before.”
The wood was rotten and it splintered. He fell through into the darkness, stopping only when his belly jammed in the entrance.
“Give me a hand to get back out.”
“I don’t know if I’m strong enough.”
“I’ll push. You pull.”
His face changed.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“Something’s touching me.”
“Something’s stroking my legs.”
“You mean a rat?”
“No, I can feel fingers.”
She knew he wasn’t joking.
“GET ME OUT!”
She grabbed his arm and pulled as hard as she could. Nothing.
She gave a heave. He popped out of the hole like a cork from a bottle. He lay in the dirt, panting.
“What was it?”
“I don’t know, but it felt like a human hand.”
“It couldn’t be. Nobody’s down there.”
“I know, but let’s get the hell out of here.”
Before they could move, a voice spoke from the darkness of the cellar.
You kids come back real soon…
They ran away from the thing that still haunted the cottage.
~ RJ Meldrum
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