I was 10 years old.
Back then, my friends and I would ride our bikes as far as we could, looking for adventure or to discover something new and exciting.
At this time my community was a mix of new and old and it was easy to find an old tunnel, the remains of a farmhouse or decayed paths and trails.
We set out that summer day with 1 extra boy than the usual crew, I had not formally met him yet. Nonetheless, we headed out on our bikes.
We came across an abandoned house near a farmers field and forest.
We started to explore the premises and we decided to settle here for a while. We walked in, checked things out and were just hanging out and sharing our findings.
I started to hear the sound of rocks or gravel being moved through water ( like a slurry) emanating from the basement, I thought it was my friends playing in the house. I briefly ignored this. Suddenly there was wailing and the sound of gravel was getting louder like thrashing, like someone was throwing rocks or gravel.
Frozen. There was no way my friends could make that noise. Quiet fast talking surrounded us. My one friend started to cry uncontrollably, his brother ( a warrior type kid) was preparing to protect his brother.
Together, we could see inside the house's front Hall and stairwells. The new Boy was giggling and gesturing us to come downstairs by waving us in with his hand.
We stood there dumbfounded. How or what? How did he not know the immediate danger we were in, that he was in!? I wanted to get him as I thought this was possibly his last moment on earth.
But I watched him return up from the dark stairwell leading to the basement. He was still giggling and mirroring the exact same motion, he returned again downstairs and out of sight.
We screamed at him! But he kept doing the exact same thing over and over again. He was actually speeding up, like 2x then 3x faster.
The noises from the basement, I can only describe as pure despair, like an agonizing, painful and doom like quality, but they were human, or atleast human like.
We screamed at the Boy that we were leaving and it seemed like he was coming outside.
Frantic, we just started biking as fast as possible, petrified with fear I couldn't look back.
It was Dusk now and we had no time to reconvene, we separated immediately and went home before we were grounded.
I asked my friends the next day if anyone saw the other boy?
They responded, they thought he was someone else's friend from our group. We didn't even know his name or where he came from and we never saw him again.
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[link] [comments]I was 10 years old. Back then, my friends and I would ride our bikes as far as we could, looking for adventure or to discover something new and exciting. At this time my community was a mix of new and old and it was easy to find an old tunnel, the remains of a farmhouse or decayed paths and trails. We set out that summer day with 1 extra boy than the usual crew, I had not formally met him yet. Nonetheless, we headed out on our bikes. We came across an abandoned house near a farmers field and forest. We started to explore the premises and we decided to settle here for a while. We walked in, checked things out and were just hanging out and sharing our findings. I started to hear the sound of rocks or gravel being moved through water ( like a slurry) emanating from the basement, I thought it was my friends playing in the house. I briefly ignored this. Suddenly there was wailing and the sound of gravel was getting louder like thrashing, like someone was throwing rocks or gravel. Frozen. There was no way my friends could make that noise. Quiet fast talking surrounded us. My one friend started to cry uncontrollably, his brother ( a warrior type kid) was preparing to protect his brother. Together, we could see inside the house's front Hall and stairwells. The new Boy was giggling and gesturing us to come downstairs by waving us in with his hand. We stood there dumbfounded. How or what? How did he not know the immediate danger we were in, that he was in!? I wanted to get him as I thought this was possibly his last moment on earth. But I watched him return up from the dark stairwell leading to the basement. He was still giggling and mirroring the exact same motion, he returned again downstairs and out of sight. We screamed at him! But he kept doing the exact same thing over and over again. He was actually speeding up, like 2x then 3x faster. The noises from the basement, I can only describe as pure despair, like an agonizing, painful and doom like quality, but they were human, or atleast human like. We screamed at the Boy that we were leaving and it seemed like he was coming outside. Frantic, we just started biking as fast as possible, petrified with fear I couldn't look back. It was Dusk now and we had no time to reconvene, we separated immediately and went home before we were grounded. I asked my friends the next day if anyone saw the other boy? They responded, they thought he was someone else's friend from our group. We didn't even know his name or where he came from and we never saw him again. submitted by /u/wisdompuff [link] [comments]