Basement Story

Now To start off with an introduction, my name is Leon (last name will not be given as you may be a Russian hitman (also bears no importance to the story))  I live in Upper Alabama, in the basement of my parents house (and I say that with no shame).  I live with my mom, my step-dad, and my little brother Mason, who is around 10.

Now as one would expect, living in the basement of a house can get kinda creepy sometimes, however i have a window located next to my bed, so i know if anything ever happens i can just crawl out (the house is on a hill so both floors are on ground level.) I've lived here for a while so I've taught myself to ignore most noises that I hear, aka the occasional metal clanking and footstep-like sounds.  Its never been too loud, about as loud as a couple talking in the next room.

But lately things have been getting kind of weird.  Just about 2 weeks ago I suddenly woke up from something slamming my door.  I get up and open it and no-ones there.  I walk upstairs and both my parents are no-where near the stairs, and my little brother is asleep.  So I assume it was just a dream, and start up my pc and begin browsing.  The next day I wake up again from something slamming my door.  (now my door isn't locked so if something was trying to get in it would just be a simple turn of the handle). So, out of curiosity I get up and look outside my door, and of course, nothings their, so at this point I assume its a prank pulled by my little brother, who would just slam my door hard, run upstairs, and act asleep.  However, usually the stair are creaky and I can hear someone run upstairs, especially mason.  So I go upstairs and this time both my parents aren't home. I see a note on the table (which you see right when you get to the top of the stairs) that was from my mother.  Id said that they had gone out and mason was visiting his friend from down the road.

Now at this point i was a bit freaked out, as I had no idea what was creating the noise.  I looked throughout the house (more out of fear than curiosity).  I never really went into the other side of the basement,  it was just used for storage for a bunch of junk my step-day collected, he was kind of a hoarder.  So I open the door to the other side of the basement and start looking around. The lights in there were broke so i just used a flashlight.  I look until I'm too creep-ed out to continue and go back to my room.  I start thinking and decide i was just dreaming the noise and the dream woke me up.  This conclusion at the time made the most sense.  So I Get some left over pizza and browse on my computer until it get to about night time.  Still a bit worried, I lock my main door, my side door (the door that leads to the other side of the basement) had no handle, so i just screwed a new one into it (my step dad had a box full of door handles)  This time when i woke up, the knocking came from my window.  I immediately rushed to my window in an attempt to catch whatever make that knocking sound.  I open the window and again, nothings there.  So now I'm scared, because I know i didn't dream that up.

Basement Layout for better visualization: i.imgur.com/cueXcxt.png

So I decide to go up and and ask my parent about the noise, to see if they've had anything to do with it.  I go upstairs and theirs another note left by my mom saying she, and my stepdad were out, and that mason was with his friend.  So i make myself some soup and think about what it could have been.  After coming up with nothing (accept that i was just going crazy)  I remembered seeing an old video recorder on the other side of the basement, so i get that out and after about an hour or so i put it outside my window.  Now, confident in my plan, I do stuff on my computer until I fall asleep.

I wake up, but oddly, I wake up naturally, without hearing and slamming or knocking.  So again i go upstairs and again i find the note from my mom,  but I noticed something weird, the note was typed, as were the last 2 notes.  I hadn't realized it at the time, but usually my mom  leaves notes in a sparkly pink marker.  Also, she doesn't know how to use a computer, she can barely turn it on, let alone print something.  I shrug it off, as i was anxious to look at the video camera footage.  I go outside to take the tape out but there was something wrong with the camera, it was cover in a clear goo.  So i wipe it off and take out the tape and play it on my computer.  What i see is horrifying.  I see some kind of creature crawling up my street.  I could see a bit of it when it went into the streetlight.  Its body was a dark red and its eyes were like a cats.  it had many legs and crawled on the ground like a centipede.  I watch in horror as it crawls up my street and up to my house. It then proceeds to open my window and crawl inside.

I begin to cry out of fear and a rush to the house phone and call the police.  No answer.  I call my mom, my step-dad, my dad everyone who i could think of and no answer.  After sitting and crying for about an hour I Hear a loud crash from downstairs.  It sounded like something broke my window, so I rush outside the front door, and there it is.  The centipede-like creature is standing downhill outside my window.  I run back inside, i can hear it crawling up the stairs to my front door.  I rush to the kitchen to grab something to defend myself with, but I trip and fall.  I hear it coming closer, and I know its too late, so i close my eyes.  closer, closer, closer.

Suddenly, I wake up, to the sound of something knocking at my door.