The Letter In The Basement

Dear Bradley,

You might be wondering why you found this letter in the basement written to you. To be quite frank, I am tired of waiting for you to come down here with the lights off.

For 15 years I have watched you in this dark cellar, basement…whatever. I have not just watched you but also the family before you and even before them.

For thousands of years I have become accustomed to those fearing me in these dark dwellings, you call basements. And for thousands of years I have fed off those brave enough to approach me in the dark.

But, year after year, you damn kids have gotten smarter and I have had to devise ways of distracting you all long enough for me to move this old body of mine to TAKE YOU.

Time has always been a friend of mine though and I have noticed the older that you have become, the braver you have grown by leaving the lights off as you gather your supplies, ever so quickly.

So, I feed off that bravery, hoping that one day I can keep you down here long enough to know what it means to be afraid of the dark.

But, in the meantime, I’ll just have to devise more schemes so we can continue to play this game of cat and mouse…say breaking the light…and writing this letter.

Sincerely,
Behind You

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Credits to: theangrygooch

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