Downstairs Basement
Part 1 of 22.
Hello folks, I think there might be an insane, vengeful demon possessing the house next to mine and I figured an internet collection of ghost stories would be the best place to turn to for help. Well see here's the thing.
New paragraph. That's how you know shit gets real.
But wait. Let me start from the beginning. It's really important for stories to start from the beginning. Unless this isn't actually the beginning and I update you guys with new stuff I remembered that was the actual beginning. Fuck my memory is so bad. Why the fuck would you listen to a story from me? Okay now on with the story.
When I was 18 years old I saw my neighbor digging a human-sized hole in his backyard.
Okay before I go any further, I want to make some things clear. 1. I changed basically everything to protect the identities of certain people involved, even my neighbor who is very likely a serial murderer and should be apprehended by authorities ASAP. 2. I repressed most of these memories but I'll update you guys when I feel like unrepressing the good stuff. 3. Don't forget to Like, Comment, and Subscribe because it really helps me out, thank you so much guys!
Anyway back to my story. So he dug a hole in his yard and yelled to me "Boy, get over here and lay in this here hole so I can kill you dead."
New paragraph. Aw shit. SHHHHEEEEIIIIT. hAMMERIN THAT MOTHAFUCKIN ENTER KEY LIKE tHOR YOU BITCHEZZZZZZZ
I didn't think much of it at the time, but after I took a freshman creative writing class in college I really started to feel the need to share this story. Now that I'm unemployed as fuck, I finally have time to write every last glorious, succulent, throbbing, veiny inch of it.
EDIT: Some of you have been asking questions about the inconsistent details of this story so far. Well I had repressed memories so maybe I can't trust my own account of the story. Did you ever think of that? No, you only think about how you can use this story to jerk off, you fucking freaks. Also, big shout-out to my alt account that broke the secret code in my story that unlocked my subliminal memories of the next part. You were absolutely right, the hole was connected to a window in the guy's basement underground. I always thought that was weird. Who would have thought it would be relevant.
I'll keep you guys updated. And you're damn right this needed a new paragraph.
And so does this one.
But first I have to get out of the hole my neighbor dug.
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Originally uploaded on January 15, 2015
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