Knock Knock

I live with my mom; my dad left for another family and doesn't live with us. Mom left for work at 9 and came home at 19.

So, as usual, I got up at 10 o'clock. Mom had already left for work. Around 12, I heard a knock. I went to the door – no one there. I heard a second knock, then no one back. Then I realized it wasn't coming from the door. I went into the kitchen and realized the sound was coming from under the floor. But we live on the ground floor. I decided to ask my mom when she'd be home. She opened the basement for me, but no one was there. It was so terrible. It smelled like a cat or something had died there. I saw a door, and behind it was something that shocked me. All the things I'd ever lost were there. There was a bed made of wooden slats.

After that, my mom and I moved to another city.