What’s Downstairs?

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Please note that this is my first story written, so it might not be as good as some others. This story happened in Southern Ontario in Canada. Actually, at the time of writing this, it has only occurred two hours ago. I live in a small suburban home in a pretty nice neighbourhood, nice neighbours, great area.

Over the four years my family lived here, nothing has ever happened here vaguely crime like. The fact that this happened here is…nerve wracking to say the least.

Before I get into the story, I have to explain a couple things about my family and how my house was arranged.

My family is composed of: a black four year old cat named Gru, my older sister, my older brother, my dad, my mom, and my grandma who lives in the basement. My house once you enter, has a small entrance area with a mat with a small wall to the left separating this area from my dad’s office.

Beside the office is a small area with a bunch of cabinets and a large table. Opposite is the closet and the stairs leading upstairs and to the basement, which directly above the closet and the stairs was two lights.

Following down that hallway is the kitchen and the dining room on the left with the laundry room and the living room to the left. Going down the stairs is my grandma’s apartment and up the stairs was directly to the left my tiny room, with just adjacent is my cat’s tower and my parent’s room.

At the time, my mom and sister were off at a dance competition, so the house was very quiet, mainly because my brother, grandma, and dad usually kept to themselves. I woke up at 5:14 after a really bad nightmare about kidnapping or something along the lines of that, and now that I’m awake,

I couldn’t go back to sleep. I left my room fully alert, and I realised it was really dark, especially for the fact that the sun was meant to rise very soon.

I was going to go around to see if anyone was awake but then…I heard something. Everything was quiet except for this.

A scratching sound…coming from downstairs. I was right next to the stairs so I could tell it was coming from down there, and then the second anomaly, the staircase light was on, shining very brightly, and then the third, a mumbling sound, like someone was talking to themselves. 

What in the world?’ I thought. ‘It’s probably just mom’, I caught eye of my cat sitting down at the top step like he always does, and I went into my dad’s room, he was sleeping soundly.

I closed the door and hid in his room for a while. I would’ve gotten my flashlight, phone, wallet and epipen (I have allergies) but the bag they were in was directly in the sight of the kitchen.

I ended up just falling asleep after about 2 hours of just crouching in the corner.

I woke up at about 8:07 am with the light pouring into the room through the curtains. ‘Crap, forgot to tell dad about it last night.’ I said, which woke up my dad. I told him about what happened, and how I thought it was mom but how I’m still a little nervous, he then told me she wasn’t meant to come home until that night. I stared at him with serious shock.

I then gulped, built up my courage, and said I was gonna check it out downstairs, see the situation. I went downstairs.


The light was off, nothing. I went through every cupboard and fridge and nothing, I checked the last one and it looked like it was ransacked, food and other contents were spilled and toppled over. I checked every single window and door to see if they were locked,

I even checked the closet, every thing was locked. I then rummaged through my little bag and pulled out my flashlight, I interrogated everyone from my grandma to older brother, no one was even up at 5 other then me and Gru.

My grandma even showed proof she was only up at 8, her kettle was cold where she makes tea which she uses to wake up and how she was groggy and tired.

My dad said it might have just been my vivid nightmares I’ve been having recently, it was true, I’ve been having quite a few of those recently, but the thing is, can you have two nightmares in the same night, at the same time?

What in the world was downstairs at 5 am? Was it there for any longer?

And the thing that really is getting me worried is, what if I went down to check, or what would have happened if I called out ‘Mom’? A part of me wants to know what it was, but another part of me says some questions are best left unanswered.

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