This is a story not a fake but a strange. a story about a man who works as a carpenter. with voices in his head.At Least thats what he hopes he hears. This story takes place in the state of kentucky 1989 hope you enjoy.
I could never fall asleep with all those obnoxious noises. I use to work as a carpenter .One cold night a quiet night.Nothing...No noise except the gentle breeze of the night. Nothing...But the cold frosty air. Quiet absolute quiet. whispers all hear are whispers.For many years now all I hear in my basement are whispers. or it can all be in my head.My strange little old head.’’boom’’.what was that I thought awaking to a crashing sound.It was coming form the basement.My basement...Ill check in the morning.I said as i doze
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“boom”I notice my Favorite lamp that my mom gave to me before death. Was laying on the ground.Slowly dragging to the basement door.In shocked I could’nt move a mustle.”creeeeeeeeek”(A nasty sound that door made.)The lamp being dragged down the stairs. “slam! BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!”Those nasty sounds I heard that day,Stuck in my mind like a song. I don't care i'm not going there. I will never go in there again.
Many belongings in my house have been missing in my house. Many precious things such as food jewelry and even clothes. I was fed up with going to the grocery every 2 days it sucks. I hate this” I'M going down there and tell whoever...whatever's down to”quit it!”I open the door just a smidge(Without all that courage I had earlier.)Opening the door just a little bit more to see all of my stuff just sitting there in a pile. Taking one step at a time. Facing the door face to knob. As I open the door I enter there right there standing. Just standing. A old man A homeless man. Living a dream watching my tv, Eating my food. I don't know what to say. So I move. I move to wisconsin. And then I realize.“Hey I need my