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Creature Beneath The Floor (Revised)
Part One: The Noise
Fred entered his bedroom and closed the door behind him. He sat on the edge of the bed. He pushed his black hair away from his eyes and opened a fiction horror novel to a dog eared page. He heard a loud cracking sound and felt the vibration through his feet. It sounded like it came from the kitchen.
Fred put the book down. He opened his door and yelled down the stairs, "Mom"
His tall brunette mom stood at the bottom of the stairs. "What do you want?"
"Are you okay?"
She looked up the stairs and smiled, "Of course I am. Why?"
"I heard a noise. Did something fall in the kitchen?"
"Nope. Maybe the sound came from outside."
"It came from the floor."
"It's an old house. There were always strange noises after dark."
"Not like this noise."
Fred tapped on the floor with his feet and waited for some kind of response but none came. He continued reading the novel.
His mom had warned him about reading horror stories. She did not stop him because the horror stories were written for young teenagers.
Maybe mom was right. Maybe his imagination was getting the best of him. Fred heard another noise as the air conditioner began blowing cool air into the room.
Mom knocked on the door. "Dad is on the phone."
Fred spoke to Dad for about fifteen minutes. Dad was away on a business trip. His business trips often lasted several days. Dad would call every night.
Mom did not have to tell Fred it was bedtime. He had to be on the corner by 7:30 AM the next day to catch the school bus. He felt well prepared for the final exams. He was an honor student.
Fred turned off the bedroom lamp and hopped into bed. He slowly drifted off. The only sound was the sound of the air conditioner.
He was awaken by a real loud cracking sound that echoed in his ears. He jumped out of bed. A second loud cracking sound shook the floor. "Mom!"
Part Two: The Storm
It was pitch black. Mom shined a flash light up the stairs as another flash of lightning lit up the sky. "Fred, calm down. Lightning struck a tree next door. The lights will come back on soon as the pole is repaired."
Fred slammed his bedroom door shut. Why didn't she believe him?
Mom was still at the bottom of the stairs. She quickly became aware of her lack of sensitivity toward her son. She had been under a lot of stress working and trying to be a good mom. He was only thirteen years old. She knew she should have been more understanding and supportive.
She climbed the stairs and knocked on his door. "Fred."
She waited for a response, but none came.
"Fred, I'm sorry." She had her ear to the door. "Fred?"
Still no response.
"Fred, Please forgive me."
She heard a loud cracking sound immediately followed by Fred screaming "Help!"
"Fred! Let me in!" The cracking sound got louder and louder. The floor started shaking. Mom banged on the door and tried to force it open.
The door was vibrating and she watched in horror as the top hinge was ripped out of the wall.
She hit the door as hard as she could with her shoulder. The door started leaning toward her! She bolted out of the way as the top of the door crashed into the wall leaving a gaping hole.
Fred was pinned against the wall of the bedroom. The bedroom window had shattered.
She ran to Fred and hugged him. The loud cracking sound and the vibrations ceased. Then they heard a loud low pitched steady growl.
Mom and Fred ran out of the bedroom and scrambled down the stairs. Fragments of plaster from the ceiling were all over the floor, table and cabinets.. The ceiling light fixture was hanging by the electrical wires. The kitchen walls had many cracks extending from ceiling to floor.
Mom grabbed her purse and rushed Fred out the front door. Her car was in the driveway. It had not been damaged. They sat in the car for a short while before mom took her cell phone out of her purse. She phoned the police and also phoned Dad. He did not answer so she left a frantic message, "Jeb! Are you there? Oh, please answer. Jeb, come home as quickly as possible. This is an emergency. Fred and I are okay. But the house is badly damaged on the inside."
Part Three: The Investigation
"Slide over here." She told Fred.
Fred slid over. She put her arms around him and leaned her head against his. "Don't worry. Everything is going to be fine."
"But our home --" Fred was shaking from head to toe. His face was pale.
"Calm down. Take a deep breath. We'll get the house fixed." She heard the sirens. They were getting louder and louder. "Sit here and relax. Okay? Just stay in the car." She kissed him on the forehead.
She got out of the car and faced the flashing lights.
The officer approached her. " Hi, I'm Officer Bassett."
"Hi, I'm Ann Brown. This is my son Fred." She briefly explained what happened and then asked "Have there been any reports of seismic activity in this area?"
"Not that I heard of" the officer responded, "I'd like to examine the premises, Ma'am."
"The door is not locked. Go ahead."
The officer got on his police radio while walking away. He came out of the house ten minutes later. After walking around the house he said, "There have been no reports of seismic activity. Far as I could see, there has been no damage to the outside of your house."
He spoke to another officer who came out the passenger door of the police car. "This is Officer Gabriel. Would you mind if he talks to your son?"
"No. Of course not."
"Please come and sit in my car." Officer Bassett said.
After filling out a police report based on the accounts given by Mom and Fred, Officer Bassett and Officer Gabriel questioned the neighbors on both sides of the street.
Then Officer Bassett advised mom to have a structural engineer determine if the house is structurally sound. Mom stated that she had a complete report from a structural engineer dated thirteen month ago. That was before mom and dad bought the house.
After the Officers departed, Mom wanted to get some clothes and toiletries from inside the house.
She came back to the car and said, "Fred, I'm going inside to get some stuff." Mom wanted personal items so they could go to a hotel. "If anything happens to me, you dial 911." She gave him her cell phone. "They'll know what to do. Okay?"
She turned and threw him a kiss.
"Mom!" He yelled as she walked into the house.
Fred decided he was not going to wait. He dialed 911 immediately. Then he phoned Dad. "Dad, where are you? Please come home now." Tears were rolling down Fred's face, "Please! You got to come home now!"
Part Four: The Creature
Mom went inside while Fred remained in the car. She climbed the stairs and entered Fred's bedroom. When she attempted to walk across the room she slipped through a hole in the floor. Her arms and hands were above the hole and clinging to the floor. The floor was solid enough for her to climb out of the hole. Then she glanced into the hole and saw two red eyes.
She heard a loud growl. She turned to run but the creature grabbed her left foot. She broke free, raced out of the room and scrambled down the stairs. She stumbled on the last stair and fell to the floor. She could hear something behind her but did not look. She got up, raced to the front door and opened it, "Fred!"
Fred looked and saw her in the doorway. The creature was behind her.
The creature grabbed her legs and pulled. She screamed again she fell down. She was dragged back into the house. The creature dragged her up the stairs.
Fred was banging on the car window yelling, "Mom! Mom!"
Mom struggled searching for something to grab a hold of. She tried to grab the edge of the top stair but could not hold on. She was dragged into Fred's bedroom. She used her arms to move her self closer to the bed and grabbed the bed post with both arms. The creature was trying to pull her into the bottomless hole. She did not know how much longer she could hang on to the bed post.
Officer Bassett and Officer Gabriel arrived a few minutes later.
Fred jumped out of the car and ran to them. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto his shirt. His face was pale. He was shaking from head to toe. He was hyperventilating.
"Calm down, pal" Officer Bassett told him.
They gently and slowly placed Fred in the back seat of the police car.
"Where is your mom?" asked Officer Gabriel
Fred pointed to the house.
Officer Bassett turned to Officer Gabriel " I think he may need medical attention."
Officer Gabriel told Fred to lay down on the back seat. Then Officer Gabriel covered Fred from shoulder to toe with a warm blanket.
Officer Bassett stepped away from the car and summoned an ambulance on his mobile police radio.
Then Officer Bassett proceeded into the house. The officer came upstairs and found mom laying on the her stomach holding on to the bedposts. She did not say a word. She pointed to the hole with her left hand.
When the officer shined a flashlight into the hole, he heard a loud growl.
He helped mom up and walked her down the stairs and out the front door where a second ambulance was waiting.
Part Five: The Decision
Mom was okay except for a few minor scratches on her legs where the creature had grabbed her. She was sitting up in her bed when the nurse entered the bedroom.
"Where's my son?" She asked.
"I'll take you to him." The nurse responded.
Fred was in a room with three other kids. Mom came over and kissed him on the forehead. She stood by his side until sunrise.
When she rose from her chair, she heard Fred say, "Please don't leave."
She sat back down. "How you feeling?"
She felt real bad about what she put him through. She realized that if she had not gone back into that house, they would not be in the hospital. She should have stayed in the car with Fred.
She turned to the nurse, "When will Fred and I be released?"
Fred sat up in the bed.
Mom hugged him for a few moments. Although she wanted to say much more, she could only manage one word. "Sorry." Tears rolled down her cheeks.
A tall slender man with coarse black hair entered the room. "Dad!" Fred yelled. He jumped out of bed and ran to hug his dad.
Mom followed Fred and kissed dad, "How'd you know we were here?"
"Fred phoned me and explained what had happened." he paused, "And when I got home, a neighbor said she saw two ambulances in front of our house."
"Did you go inside?"
"No. The neighbor said no one was there." he said, "I'm just so happy both of you are okay." He hugged them both.
They left the hospital and got into Dad's car.
"Let's phone Reverend Kochan." said Mom
"Not until I have a look at what we are dealing with." Dad knew that children can exaggerate though he did not want to say so.
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Don't go upstairs without your rifle."
When they arrived home, Dad looked at mom.
Mom got out the passenger side and sat in back with Fred.
"I'm staying with Fred," She said as she held Fred in her arms. "Be careful."
Dad went inside the house. He got his rifle and climbed the stairs. When he peered into the bedroom, he saw something move and fired a shot. He scrambled down the stairs and came out the front door. He closed it and came back to the car.
"Well?" Mom asked.
"Call Reverend Kochan." Dad replied as he started the car and drove away.
Part Six: Research
Reverend Kochan invited Dad, Mom and Fred into his office. He listened intently to what they had to say. He noted that they had never seen the creature. "So you don't know how many creatures there are."
"That's correct." said Mom
"Fred," said Reverend Kochan, "That noise you heard. How would you describe it?"
"Almost like a sharp loud clap of thunder."
Reverend Kochan directed his next question to Mom, : "Why did the creature come after you?"
"I don't know."
"Why did the creature choose Fred's room to come back into this world?"
"I have no idea."
"I think we need more information before proceeding."
As Dad was driving back home he made an unexpected left turn.
"Where are you going?" asked Mom.
"To see Mrs. Angus."
Mom waited for an explanation, but none came. "She's 90 years old. What could she possibly tell us?"
"Her age is the reason I want to see her. If anyone knows the history of that house, it'd be her."
They pulled into the driveway of a one floor cottage. Dad got out of the car and rang the doorbell.
A short elderly lady answered the door. "Oh hi Jeb! Come on in." She seemed pleased to have company. She peered at the car. "Tell Ann and Fred they can come in too."
They all sat at the kitchen table.
"So how have you been?" asked mom.
"Can't complain. My arthritis is killing me."
"Are you taking pain killers?"
"Only to help me sleep." She smiled, "So what brings you here?"
Mom looked at dad.
Dad suddenly realized how awkward this visit was. "We'd like to ask you some questions about the house we live in."
"What kind of questions?"
The conversation between Dad and Mrs. Angus continued.
"Questions about who use to live there."
"I didn't know all the families who lived there. Is this related to the police being over your place the other day?"
"You heard about that?"
"Oh sure. News like that travels quickly." She paused, "Well I do know about one family that lived there. Mr. and Mrs. Anderson use to live there about sixty years ago. They had a son who was about Fred's age and a 16 year old daughter named Lily ."
"Why that family?"
"Because the parents were brutally murdered during an attempted house robbery while the children were at school." Mrs. Angus paused, "The daughter looked amazingly like you, Ann."
"What happened to the children?"
"Well, they had no known relatives so they were sent away to an orphanage."
"Did they ever come back?"
"Not that I know of."
"Thanks for the information. You have been very kind and helpful."
"Just one more thing before you leave."
"That house has been bought and sold more often than a penny stock."
"I have no idea."
"Were you good friends with the Andersons?"
"Oh yes! They were a wonderful couple. I'd go over there to play bridge with them once a week. I would often watch their children when they went out."
"So you knew the house quite well?"
Dad looked like he was deep in thought.
"Where did the daughter sleep?"
"On the first floor beneath the upstairs bedroom"
"There was the daughters room on one side of the kitchen and the parent's room on the other side."
"So the first floor was remodeled. That explains a lot."
"Why are you asking all these questions?"
Dad explained to her what happened at his home including mom being dragged up the stairs by the creature.
"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were very kind and gentle folks. They would never drag anyone up the stairs."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I don't think the creature in your house is one of the Andersons. I think the creature may be the man who murdered the Andersons."
Part Seven: The Exorcism
Reverend Kochan took out a bunch of silver crosses and handed one to mom, one to dad and one to Fred. "I'm not sure this creature is evil; however the Lord is always our first line of defense."
They got inside Dad's new 1951 four door sedan which sported Connecticut license plates. They arrived at the house ten minutes later. Reverend Kochan instructed the family to stay in the car. Dad gave him the key to the house. Reverend Kochan entered the house and climbed the stairway with the cross in his hand. He looked into the bedroom and saw the hole in the floor. He took out a flashlight and shined it into the hole.
He heard a soft growl behind him. He turned just on time to see the creature escape from the bedroom. He followed it.
Mom had opened the car window to look up at the bedroom window. She screamed as the creature ran toward the car. The creature came to the window. Her eye's met the creature's eyes. The creature was shaped like a human being. The creature grabbed mom by her arms and tried to pull her out the window. Dad immediately took out the cross. The creature let go of mom and backed away.
Dad opened the car door and got out of the car. He positioned himself between the creature and mom. He did not take his eyes off the creature as he asked Mom, "Are you okay?"
Dad held his cross up while moving away from the door allowing mom to get out of the car. Mom stood beside dad holding her cross up high.
The creature shaded its eyes with its arms as the unadulterated light of the sun reflected off the shiny silver crosses.
"Close all the windows and lock all the doors."
Reverend Kochan came out of the house. He held up the cross and approached the creature whose back was facing him. He was distracted by an elderly lady approaching them.
Mrs. Angus responded, "You're not the only ones who want to rid the neighborhood of this menace." She held up a silver cross. "Let's close in on him."
"How'd you know?"
"I was watching from the corner. When this creature appeared by your car, I knew that this creature would be a menace to the whole neighborhood." She paused and looked around. "Apparently I'm not the only one."
Families in the other homes were looking out their windows. A dozen men came out on the street. Each one holding a silver cross.
The creature swung its arms in a rage of anger and roared loudly. Then it raced toward the smallest man , but that man did not budge. He simply held up his cross. Each time the creature tried to escape through an opening in the circle, the men would close the opening.
Finally the creature managed to break through the circle only to encounter six more men holding crosses. Once again the creature was encircled.
"It seems we are not the first ones to have this problem." Dad observed. "Who gave them the silver crosses?"
"Yours truly." She said, "Oh and you were the first and only family to encounter this creature, that is until the creature came outside."
Reverend Kochan recited the exorcism prayers. The creature slowly but surely vanished.
Reverend Kochan knocked on the back door window. After Fred unlocked the car door, Reverend Kochan took out a bunch of large silver crosses. He entered the house and climbed the stairs to Fred's bedroom. There was no hole in the floor. Reverend Kochan hung a silver cross on the wall. As he left the room, he sprinkled it with blessed salt. He did the same for all rooms in the house.
The next day, Dad was out buying material to repair the walls and ceiling. Mom and Fred were at home cleaning up the mess on the floor. Somebody knocked at the front door. Mom opened the door. A man was standing there with a pressurized canister. The phrase 'Murphy Pest Control' was printed on his shirt and on his truck.
Fred stepped up behind Mom trying hard not to laugh as the man said, "I understand you have a pest problem."
"You can get rid of all kinds of pests?" Mom asked.
"Yes, ma'am. Insects, rats, mice, squirrels --"
"Even those that come back from the dead?" asked Fred.
The man gave them a strange look. "Huh?" He studied their facial expressions for a moment. Without saying a word, he swiftly walked back to his truck and drove away. Mom and Fred were laughing so hard they could hardly stand straight.