That’s when I realized it was coming from the basement should I ignore it or investigate? I think to myself. Finally, it get to annoying and I can’t stand it. I grab a flashlight and enter the living room. I move the carpet and open the trapdoor. Then, the thudding stops, silence now, just the the creaky stair boards creaking. after, I shine my flashlight around, my heart is pounding, the only thing I see is covered furniture and old cabinets then I see the door. It is a tiny door about 2 feet with red fading paint on it. The next thing that happens, I still can barely believe, is that the doorknob slowly turns… I wasn’t there for another moment I ran up the stairs and slammed the door shut and pulled the rug over. Luckily, my grandparents must have been heavy sleepers because I could tell they were still sleeping. Finally, I went to my bedroom and laid awake for the rest of the