It was a cold, rainy, friday night. Chase and I were at my house being bored because there was a storm and my mom and dad were both at work and my sister was out with friends. A huge lightning bolt lit the sky, but when the light in the cloud filled sky went out, the power went with it.
I sighed and told Chase we should go into the basement and look for an old flashlight. As we stumbled through my pitch black living room to find the entrance to the basement, we heard a noise. It was coming from the basement but I knew that we had mice anyways, i figured they were just in the vents.
When we found the staircase I nearly fell down the stairs it was so dark. Chase chuckled and I told him to shutup. When we walked down the old wooden stairs they creaked and felt like they were going to break. When we got to the bottom I opened the basement door and it creaked louder then the stairs did.
I told Chase he should just wait at the door so he agreed and I walked down my dark, narrow, ill-shaped brick hallway alone into vast darkness. When I reached the end of the hallway I could swear I saw what look like a deformed glowing white man. I yelled, "Chase, dude I think there is someone down here." Right then the glowing disappeared and the room was one again filled with darkness and then I heard Chase scream and then the door slammed.
I ran over to the toolbox and grabbed a razor blade and a flashlight. I walked slowly toward the door. When I opened it the first thing I saw was Chase. His face had been ripped off and smeared on the wall, he was pinned up onto the wall by what looked like a leg bone or something. It was such a shocking image I fell down and broke the flashlight. I had to get out of this house.
I grabbed the razor blade ran up the stairs and out the back door. I leaped off my porch and twisted my ankle maybe even broken it, but that was the least of my worries. I tried to run as fast as I could down the driveway and down the hill on my limp ankle. When I got to the bottom I was out of breath. Then he appeared right next to me. He was so close to me I could read what looked like had been carved into his chest, "BONE."
I opened up the razor blade and starting stabbing him in the chest but it had no effect on him. He grabbed me by the neck and twisted it around and stabbed a giant bone into my face.
And there I lay lifeless until somebody finds me and my soul is taken by the angels of heaven. No one knows who or what BONE is, or why he did all this. And no one will probably ever live long enough when he is around to find out.
