Why I Don't like Basements

I carefully avoid the random stuffed animals as I make my way down the bare plywood stairs. My dad always says he's going to finish this basement but we all know that's never going to happen.

I am almost to the bottom when my bare foot slips on an unnoticed toy. "Damn it Mittens!" I say under my breath as I pick myself up off the cold concrete floor. I used to think it was cute that the cat carried up our old toys. It looked like he was carrying his babies but now I wish he never figured out how to get into those tubs.

I stand up slowly, looking around in the black. My hand stretches to the rough wall feeling for the light switch. I find it and flip it expecting to be blinded by the sudden light but it never came. I guess that one lonely light had finally burned out. Oh well. Mittens still needs food or I will hear about it later when I'm trying to sleep.

I'm pretty familiar with my surroundings with this being my house for my whole life. I try to forget the uneasy feeling I get about this cold dank place and slowly walk across the vast space. I can tell when I'm getting close when I feel the tiny grains of kitty litter pierce my feet.

Something rustles in the corner. Finally Mittens is coming to eat. I scramble to get the plastic container holding his food open because I feel as though someone is watching me. It's probably me being paranoid but I think it just got even colder.

The souls of my feet start burning like the floor is on fire. The pain is is immense but I can't get away from it. I fall to the floor and curl into fetal position. Anything touching the ground is practically melting. I can't get away from gravity. I'm going to die here, I'm my basement, for no reason.

My eyes are sealed shut, trying to deal with the pain but soon I realize that I can't control my movements. My heart is beating so fast it's like a humming birds wings and I know that's not healthy.

I can feel my chest lift up, off the ground but I can't do anything to stop it. Soon my whole body in the air, leaving the lava floor behind. In the darkness I hear a soft hum. It almost sounds human but too hallow.

As soon as I realized I was defying gravity I was on the floor again. It feels like ice compared to the fire it was before. I lift my head up but it feels heavier.
"Thank you for being so weak," the hallow voice whispered. This time it came from inside of me. My body is talking to me. I always knew I was being watched. It was waiting for when I was most vulnerable.

"Yes! Yes!" The voice sounded feminine in its excitement. " I am living again!"