It Lives Below

It lives below, shouted the crazy lady living across the street. It lives below. We didn't pay her too much attention as the dispatch sounded quite serious about the hostage situation in progress but the house was empty. We checked every floor and I would swear it looked abandoned, and by that I don't only mean that nobody lives in it, but it looked like nobody entered for a long time, which doesn't make any sense, because we have witness statements and video footage of the bank robbers and hostages entering the building.

But there is nothing here, nothing looks disturbed. So we checked it again, we checked for hidden doors, hell I even saw Marty pull on random books in a book shelf, but nothing happened. It was just an ordinary bookshelf with ordinary albeit slightly moldy books. When we got to the basement for the second time there was a... I don't know how to describe it. Weird atmosphere. Almost like when you are deep under the water and you feel the pressure. I could also swear that the visibility was much lower than before, but the place was weird, so maybe just standing in a different spot than before meant I saw less light then the last time I was down here.

And then Alex disappeared. He was there and one blink later he wasn't. We didn't get a chance to question it, before Marty went down, but this time, I’ve seen it happen. And I have seen *it*. Or part of its arm. There was quick movement in the shadows on the ground and suddenly there was a hand around his ankle and then he wasn't there.

She wasn't crazy, it really lives below. And it's going to get all of us. And not only that, it will also get served every single person who will search for us on a silver platter.

We just became its food delivery service.