Ever since I finished my NaNoWriMo planning, I have been fighting the urge to write any fiction. My head has been swimming with ideas for the NaNo novel, and I don’t want to mess it up by wasting any creative energy on something else. Sounds a little crazy, sure, but you never know! Kidding aside, I finally buckled and decided to challenge myself to write as much as I could in 15 minutes with no planning whatsoever. After I had finished I sort of liked the story and, after some minor editing, have decided to share it.
Without further ado, here it is:
There is something in my basement. I can hear it as I’m trying to fall asleep. It started as a light scratching that echoed through my wall, so quiet that I almost didn’t notice it. My first thought is that my hamster, now missing for several weeks, has somehow managed to claw his way through the drywall and start a new life in there. But as time goes on, the scratching is becoming louder.
As the minutes go by, my curiosity regarding the origin of the sound is growing with the volume of the scratches. Occasionally, a dull thud jerks me from the temptation to close my eyes. The thuds have also alerted me to the fact that whatever thing is making that noise is in the basement, not the walls. I slowly get out of bed, and crawl over to the air vent on the opposite side of the room. I don’t know why I crawled, maybe it was an instinct to remain undetected. I think it is a smart move.
As I near the vent my ears picked up another sound… a deep growl, so deep I almost can’t detect it. So deep that when I arrive at the vent I can just feel the vibrations in my bones. I’m suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, and something in my head screams at me to jump up and run out of the house. Maybe I should.
Instead, I slowly lower my face down to the rusty old vent. I narrow my eyes and peer in, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the blackness. Is that movement? No, just my imagination. Leaning in until my face is almost touching the vent, I squint even harder. Yes… there is something there. I can almost make it out now.
The growl is unmistakable now. Low and threatening, it gains in volume until the knick-knacks on my dresser start jumping around as if they too are scared of the mysterious thing in the basement. My trusty alarm clock falls off the edge of my bedside table and the bells sound off in agony as they strike the hard wooden floor. The sudden sound immediately amplifies my instinct to run, and I jump up right as the thing bursts through the floor.