The sisters in the basement

A few years ago I moved into a new house. It’s a really pretty two story, and I was able to get it for really cheap because it was abandoned. When I went to tour the house, I noticed that there were no handles or knobs on the outside of the door to get in. My realtor told me that the previous owners had installed them so that you could only get in from the outside. Apparently, they had two daughters that had been institutionalized and they didn’t want them in the house. “Why would they keep the doors locked from the inside if their daughters don’t live here?” I asked, confused. “Well, the daughters do live here. They’re in the basement, but the owners have made it very clear that they want nothing to do with them. They are bad people. Your neighbors will tell you that. And they say that you shouldn’t go in the basement because the sisters are mean and violent.” I laughed. “I think I can handle two mentally ill sisters. How bad could they be?” “Bad enough to kill animals and hurt themselves. And the neighbors will tell you that they have heard things, like the sisters arguing with each other. This house is only cheap because of that.” I didn’t care. It was a really nice house with a great location for a low price. I could get a loan and fix it up. My realtor was correct. The neighbors were hesitant to talk about the family that lived there, but they did say that the sisters were dangerous. I still didn’t care. I didn’t believe that they were a threat to me. As the move in date got closer, I decided to go into the basement to see what kind of shape it was in. It hadn’t been part of the original tour. I called my realtor to see if she had a key, but she didn’t. She told me that the owners didn’t have a key either, and if I wanted in the basement, I would have to break in. I decided to do just that. My plan was to break the window nearest the door, then reach through it and open the basement. The window was thick, and it took a few tries to break it, but eventually the glass shattered and I could reach inside. I turned the knob and opened the creaky door. The first thing that I noticed was the smell. It smelled like mold, decay, and feet. I turned on the light and looked around. The basement was fairly large, and it had cement walls and floors. There were two bedrooms, each with a twin bed and a dresser. One had photos on the walls, the other paintings. There was also a small bathroom. I walked into the bathroom to see if there was running water. I turned the faucet, and after a few moments, water came out. I flushed the toilet, and heard a gurgling sound come from it almost immediately. I knew that there was probably a clog in one of the pipes, and that this house was probably going to be a lot of work. But it was already mine at that point. I had signed the papers, and arranged for movers. It was too late to back out. I went back to the bedrooms and opened the dressers. They were full of nice looking sundresses that appeared to be from the 1950’s. I took some of the dresses and put them in my car so that I could get them to a cleaning service. I figured that my wife could wear them if they were in good condition. Over the next few weeks, I took the dresses to be cleaned and had them altered. They were very pretty, and looked great on my wife. She received a lot of compliments from friends and family, and we both were excited to move into our new house. The movers came on a Monday, and we officially moved in on the following Saturday. My wife and I didn’t sleep there until Sunday night, and we spent Sunday and Monday arranging the furniture that we had moved. I worked from home, so I had the week off. That night as I was getting ready for bed, I heard a noise coming from downstairs. I could hear footsteps, and the sound of something breaking. I thought that maybe we had left a window open, and someone had broken in. I crept downstairs, but I couldn’t see anyone. I figured that maybe I had imagined it, and I went back to bed. The next morning, I received a call from my next-door neighbor. She asked if I was doing work in the basement, and I told her that we weren’t. “Well, there are two women in the backyard digging a grave.” I looked out the window, and it was true. There were two women with shovels digging in our yard. I recognized the dresses that they were wearing as being the dresses that I had brought to be cleaned. I went outside and approached them. “Can I help you?” “We are digging a grave for mommy and daddy. We need to bury them.” “What do you mean? Who are you?” “I am Elizabeth, this is my sister, Diana. We have been in the basement since you moved in. We have been waiting for you.” “Waiting for me? Why?” “We need to get rid of mommy and daddy. They were mean to us.” “Where are they?” “They’re dead.” I was lost. “Can you show me?” “Yes. I’ll show you the bodies.” Elizabeth walked towards the front door, and I followed her. She stopped at the front door. “We didn’t know that you couldn’t get out. We thought that you had to want to leave.” I lost it at this point. “What do you mean you didn’t know I couldn’t leave? How long have you been down there?” “Since 1958.” “Why did your parents lock you in the basement?” “They said that we were possessed by demons, and we didn’t want to hurt them,” Diana said. I hadn’t noticed her behind me until she spoke. “But why did you say that you needed to bury mommy and daddy?” “Because we killed them.” I was getting mad. “How did you kill them?” “We couldn’t take it anymore. When we heard that someone was coming to look at the house, we knew that it was our chance. We didn’t know how long we had been down there, but we knew that we had been down there a very long time. So we killed them.” “How?” “Elizabeth strangled them with a scarf. I helped her get the scarf around their necks.” I was horrified. “Why did you strangle both of your parents with a scarf?” Elizabeth smiled. “Because we wanted to bury them together, and we only had one scarf.” I sat down on the steps and put my head in my hands. “Where are the bodies?” “They’re in the garage.” I got up and walked to the garage. The door was locked, and I didn’t have the key. I walked back to the stairs. “How did you lock the garage?” Diana smiled. “Elizabeth picked the lock, then locked it after we put mommy and daddy inside.” I lost it. I started to laugh. “You two are insane.” “I know. That’s why mommy and daddy put us in the basement.” I went back to bed, and I couldn’t sleep. I wanted to call the police, but I didn’t know if I should. I didn’t know what to do. The next morning, I received a call from a man who claimed to be the brother of the couple who had lived in, and died in, my house. I confirmed his story, and told him that his sister and brother-in-law were dead, and that I had met the sisters that they had locked in the basement. He was very quiet for a long time. Eventually, he spoke. “You need to get out of there. Now. They’re not human.” I laughed. “Of course they’re human. I’ve met them.” “You don’t understand. They were born in 1937. They will look like they are 5 or 6. And they are demons. They will kill you.” I was fed up. “I don’t care what they are. They are in my house, and I’m not leaving. Your sister and brother-in-law were shitty parents, and they deserved to die.” The line went dead. I continued getting ready for work. As the days passed, I noticed strange things happening. I could hear footsteps in the hall, but never saw anyone. Doors were open that I was sure that I had closed, and there seemed to be a chill in certain areas of the house. I tried to brush it off as living in a new house, but it didn’t feel right. One morning, I was in the bathroom when I heard a man’s voice behind me. “Good morning, we’re waiting for you.” I turned to see a man standing in the doorway. He was tall, with a bald head and a goatee. He was wearing a long coat, and his eyes looked black. “Who are you?” “My name is Mr. Solomon. I’m here to tell you that you need to take care of the inhabitants of the basement.” “I plan to.” “I hope that you understand what you are up against. The sisters aren’t human. They are demons, and they will kill you if you give them the chance.”

The sisters in the basement

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