James' Fable
It was a dank and dark day. The kind of day when one feels as if they should just stay in bed and not face the outside world. But, alas, some things needed to be done and so James reluctantly pulled himself from his bed. He went through the motions of his morning routine, showering and getting dressed, trying to banish the sense of dread that crept over him.
Something was wrong, he could feel it in his bones. He had felt it for weeks now. A sense of foreboding that only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.
He tried to shake off the feeling as he made his way downstairs, but it was difficult. The house seemed to echo around him, the silence only broken by the sound of his footsteps.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he paused. There was a light coming from the basement. He knew he hadn't left any lights on down there. Slowly, hesitantly, he made his way toward the basement door.
He stood there for a moment, hand on the doorknob, heart pounding in his chest. He knew he shouldn't go down there. But he had to know what was causing that light.
Taking a deep breath, he turned the knob and stepped into the basement.
The first thing that hit him was the smell. It was musty and old, like dust and mildew. His eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, but eventually, he was able to make out a faint light coming from the other end of the room.
He made his way towards it, his heart still pounding in his chest. As he got closer, he could see that the light was coming from a doorway that he knew wasn't there before. Tentatively, he reached out and pushed the door open.
What he saw inside took his breath away.
The room was small and cramped, with a low ceiling. It was empty except for a few pieces of furniture that looked like they belonged in a museum. And in the center of the room were two people.
They were covered in cobwebs and looked like they had been there for years. But as James watched, they slowly began to move.
He stood there frozen, his heart pounding in his chest, as the two people untangled themselves from the cobwebs and rose to their feet. He could see now that they were a man and a woman, though he couldn't see their faces.
The woman spoke first. "Hello, James," she said in a voice that sent a chill up his spine.
He tried to speak, but no words would come out.
The man spoke then. "Don't be afraid James," he said. "We won't hurt you."
Somehow, those words were even more chilling than the woman's voice.
James tried to take a step back, but his legs wouldn't move. He was rooted to the spot, paralyzed by fear.
The woman took a step towards him. "It's alright, James," she said. "We're here to help you."
He tried to shake his head, but he still couldn't move.
The man came to stand next to the woman. "We know you're scared, James," he said. "But there's nothing to be afraid of."
The woman reached out and touched his cheek, and James felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. Suddenly, he could move again.
He stumbled backward, tripping over a chair and landing half in and half out of the doorway. The man and woman both reached out to help him, but he scrambled to his feet and ran back upstairs as fast as he could.
He didn't stop running until he reached his bedroom. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it, panting for breath.
It was several minutes before he was able to calm down enough to think clearly. What had he just seen? Who were those people?
He tried to tell himself that it was just a dream, that he had just imagined the whole thing. But he knew that wasn't true.
He had seen something down in that basement, something that he couldn't explain. And he knew that he would never be able to forget it.