A Night in Greenville

It was a normal summer night in the town of Greenville. When a young boy named Andre heard a strange noise, it intrigued him. This is Andre`s story. “Mom I don’t want to go to bed though,” Andre told his mother. “It is late Andre, and you need to sleep, you have all day tomorrow to play your games.” Andre then just lay down; as soon as he heard his father snore he knew they were both asleep.
Andre heard a noise every night for the entire summer. At first he was scared, now he must find out what it is. He hears it from the basement, of all places the basement really, just watch. Andre goes down to his basement, flashlight in hand. He finds a strange object in the middle of the floor. A vase is what it seems to be with a symbol on it. Andre then makes the horrible mistake to pick it up.
Andre falls down at a great speed that hits him with a force of a truck onto a wooden ground. Apparently there was a trapdoor all along. Andre hears a strange noise of scratching on a piece of wood. He sees a strange figure, due to the darkness it is completely black and just an outline. With a jolt as fast as lightning, Andre turns on the flashlight. He sees nothing but a wall. He thinks nothing of it at all and turns around. There is a long hallway in front of him now; to get out he might as well start walking.
Andre walked down the hall for a while and came to a left hallway nothing strange about it just like the one he walked down just now. Then a left hallway, strange enough Andre expected something horrific out of one of them, both of them are the same though. Also between the two of them there is a fountain. There are plenty of old coins, rare coins. He decides to make a heads/tails flip. But these coins have a strange face on them. With a man with a mustache and bad haircut. Andre soon realizes it is Hitler, Andre believes he has discovered an old Nazi base. But he lives in Kansas how can this be. Andre now just walks to the right for only one reason. He is right handed.
SMACK, Andre tumbles to the ground in fright of there being a strange figure. Different this time, the thing is in the fetal position. Andre does not go for the old flashlight this time, he moves his foot with such a force that he intends to kill it and be done with this nightmare.
Yet again, the being vanishes into a pile of ashes. Andre has not given up yet he found a small lever, old and the wood is eaten by ugly termites. Andre hesitates before he pulls the lever. The thoughts that run through his mind. A giant hairy spider falls from the ceiling and kills him. That, thing, coming back and beating him to a pulp. But also it could be his only hope for escape. He pulls the lever down slowly looking for something sliding open.
A staircase opens, that’s it just a normal staircase leading into a normal room. But not Andre’s room or his basement. Andre slowly goes up the stairs, Andre can hear rushing water. He looks to the left to see that there is some, green and oddly enough it’s going up the stairs not down them. Andre has seen enough for even this strange event to induce fear into his throbbing heart. As Andre reaches the top of the stairs and sees an ungodly sight. The being he has seen throughout the hallways. He nearly faints at the sight of him.
With his disfigured face, eyes twitching abnormally. Chunks of lips cut off, the blood solid, but still tender. And what looks like a gunshot wound in his right temple.
A horrific sight, the only way to actually know who it was is to look on his arm. He was Adolf Hitler. With that one horrific sight of the disfigured face Adolf says one thing to young Andre. “Not a suicide” and vanished in the air.
After Andre ran back tumbling and falling over, he got to the stairs again. And found that they lead up again. Back to the first wall he saw the being at. There was a small elevator which brought him back up to the basement he started at. He returned to school the next day and was sadly sent to a mental hospital for, well just being, absolutely crazy. But he was not, the being known as Adolf Hitler still lurks in the basements of Greenville today. Check your own basement before you go in, you may have the same fate!
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