The Girl In The Basement
I can still remember that day or should I say night.
My name is John, I'm 12 year's old living in Wisconsin. I live in a small town completely isolated from society. Typical small town, everybody knows everybody. To be honest, I don't feel comfortable at all talking about this. I forgot the exact day but I'm never going to forget the details of that face. I have just gotten home from school, My mom was in the kitchen working on dinner while my older sister was in her room like she normally is. I rush past my mom almost crashing into her and making her spill the hot pan of spaghetti she was carrying. She probably said something but I was to focus on the basement to even catch anything she was saying.
