The Storyteller Part 2

== Author's Note ==
Whats up my friends? I present to you:
The Storyteller Part Two.
== Chapter Three: The Scream. ==
=== April 13th, 2021 ===
Right before I could finish my sentence (too graphic for this page), however, I heard a scream. From Adelaide. I ran as fast as my legs could handle out of my room, down the hall, and into the living room. I couldn't tell where exactly the scream had come from, so I first went upstairs and checked her room. And what I saw in there will haunt me for the rest of my life. I open her door, and I see an arm sticking out from under her bed. I walk up to it, and pull it. And in my hand: Adelaides' mangled, severed arm. I scream, and dash out of my room, dropping the arm (that was missing a finger) on my way out. I yell for Mom, but then I remember Mom is gone with Aiden for his piano lessons. Panting, I head down the stairs and check the main floor.
Nothing.
So after some more pacing, thinking about which therapists I should get, I realize. "I need to check the basement." I thought. I couldn't call the police, for they would think I'm an unsupervised child wanting to "prank" the police. I grab the 500 lumen flashlight (that we conveniently bought last night, like, is this a book or something?) and head down the stairs.
That was my first mistake.
== Chapter Four: Well that was a mistake. ==
=== April 13th, 2021 ===
I'm walking down the stairs, since there is no lights down there, I already start seeing figments and amalgams of my brain's imagination. But one sound I heard couldn't have been my imagination. I hear skittering across the cold concrete floor. Wait, I hear more, they sound like, dragging? And, a ripping sound?? That scared me. But, I keep going. I shine my flashlight around at the base of the stairs for a while, nothing. So I run back upstairs and grab my metal baseball bat. So when I am dashing down the stairs with my flashlight, I see some fingers slip away around the corner, 4 of them. "Where was the last one?" I thought. "Shouldn't it have more? If not, why were those fingers like the ones in the crash?"
My basement is quite small, not making up much of the house. But there were piles and shelves stocked with family trinkets everywhere, making my basement like a labyrinth. "He- I mean, "it", could be hiding anywhere", I thought. Then some clunking arouses my attention behind me. The sound was so faint, you could barely hear it, thankfully I heard it in time to duck down as a crazed brute of a thing flies at me. I'm able to bash it in the ribs (or something that resembled ribs) while it was flying over me. And when it landed, I got a good glimpse of it. It was stark white, having seven spider-like legs, but having mangled, human feet on the end of them. It also had 2 arms, one having 5 fingers, and the other missing one. In its place, one of my sister's fingers with her favorite ring on it. It had 4 eyes and one empty socket. And its jaw was hanging open, it looked like the jaw of a zombie. 
One of the bones holding it was broken, and that half kept coming loose, so it constantly had to grab it, and nastily snap it back into place. Its ribs were exposed, and I almost fainted when I saw Adelaides' corpse in its decomposed body. It's like it just shoved her into one of the cavities in its ribs, at least after doing some damage. One of her eyes was barely hanging out of its socket. Half of her scalp was missing, her brain exposed. There were fleshy chunks missing all the way down to her brain, also missing some chunks which looked like had been messily consumed. Her arm was, of course, missing. And her entire upper body was absent of any meat. Then it slowly starts approaching, making a groaning sound as it trudges toward me. My adrenaline was pumping so hard that it felt like my heart was about to explode because of its over-pumping. So naturally, I start running up the stairs, screaming my lungs out until they felt like they were bleeding. Once I reach the top of the stairs, I catch a glimpse of it skittering up the walls to get to me. So I slam the door shut, lock it, and cover my ears as I hear a scream that rattled my skull. It was a thin scream, yes, but it was a high enough pitch to still shake you. Glass breaks around me, because of the blast, and I run to my fathers' closet, where he kept his guns. I grab some ammunition, his 12 gauge shotgun, and i'm back to the living room. But then the entirety of the house starts shaking, and I remember that the furnaces and boilers are in the basement. The thing had attacked them, and only when I was dashing to the door, I realized it was too late.
The basement had exploded, the explosion made it to our gas pipe, which only made the explosion deadlier, knocking me out.
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