Category Archives: Lesson 6

Lesson Six Going into the Basement It is wrong to be scared of the bogie man at my age, but nonetheless, I am petrified. I am 38 and I am scared of nothing but ghosts, and loss and weird combinations … Continue reading →

Reni stood on the top step leading to the basement. She knew she had to go down there. She just didn’t know if she could. Peering into the darkness, shadowy figures beckoned from her memory. Last time she was in … Continue reading →

Miguel, who is 16, nearly 17, is half awake when he hears the soft squish-squish of combat boots below the window next to his cot. He arches himself up on his elbow and peeks out. In the moonlight, he spots … Continue reading →

I did not want to go down. Down into the dark where the creatures were waiting on the other side of the plank. Triple deadbolt locks, a chain and a bolt had been installed to keep them out. I vowed … Continue reading →

I did not want to go down. Down into the dark where the creatures were waiting on the other side of the plank. Triple dead locks, a chain and a bolt had been installed to keep them out. I vowed … Continue reading →

After finding the secret door in the basement and encountering…I don’t know what, I haven’t been down there. It has been days and I still don’t know what to do about whatever is living down there. I debated just never … Continue reading →

Ok. She could do this. She had to get used to going down to the basement again. It was a key part of their home – where they hung laundry, where they stored their bikes, their lawnmower. The rickety stairs … Continue reading →

Tilly knew there was no other avenue left for her; she would have to find that box of her mother’s old letters if she was to prove her stepfather’s guilt. Since his death, her childhood house of horrors had reverted … Continue reading →