Short Story : The sewers Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ( Horror Story) By Prabir Rai Chaudhuri .

The sewers,  a horror story…

 

Short Story : The sewers
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ( Horror Story)  
By Prabir Rai Chaudhuri . All Copyright Reserved 2018

Today I want to share a story with you that I have not dared to tell before, since most of my friends tend to be very mocking and incredulous.

 

That is why I chose to tell it through this medium, because I know that more than one person who is listening to me will have gone through something similar, and they will know that these types of stories happen, but not everyone can tell them, because not everyone comes out safe.

 

Who knows what will happen to those who are trapped by beings of darkness.

 

 

It all started when I was between ten and twelve years old. We had just moved into a house that my father had built. It was a very humble little house, on a fairly large plot of land.

 

This house was located in Arenales Tapatíos, I don't remember the names of the streets, my parents no longer live there, but I remember that behind the house, there was a stream and the streets were not paved, all the roads were dirt.

 

The house's pipes were connected to the stream. The rapid growth in population, combined with a heavy rain storm, caused flooding in my house and that of most of the neighbors.

 

 

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I remember perfectly that I was playing in the living room. The rain was falling hard, it seemed like the sky was going to fall. One of the bathrooms was under the stairs, inside I began to hear a very loud noise, then the water began to come out of the pipes. I climbed onto one of the chairs, because water with a disgusting smell was coming out of the bathroom door.

 

At that moment my mother came in and, carrying me in her arms, left me on the stairs leading to the second floor. Behind her came my father, who was trying to get the water out of the house with great energy.

 

 

They told me to go up to the room I shared with my parents, but instead of listening, I stayed there watching them try to get the water out of the house. I was scared, I thought the whole house would flood and we would drown inside it.

 

The storm passed and calm returned. My parents finally managed to drain all the water from the living room into the street, but it took them a while longer to clean the furniture, and the bad smell lasted for several more days.

 

 

After that storm, things changed in the house.

When you are a child, you are more innocent and don't understand certain things. I think this is what makes us easy prey for the beings of darkness.

 

My favorite place to play was the living room, because even though we didn't have much furniture, I used the armchairs and the tea table to make a track for my toy cars. One day, I sat in the middle of the living room and arranged the cars I had in a row of five cars.

 

I went to the bathroom and when I came back my cars were in a circle. I was surprised, I didn't leave them like that. I thought that maybe the toys were magic and sometimes they could move by themselves.

 

I didn't feel scared and I kept playing.

Another day, when I came back from school, as I crossed to the kitchen, I felt something running past me, I even heard its footsteps. I quickly looked at the floor to see what had just brushed against my leg, but I didn't see anything. I just kept hearing the footsteps until they went out towards the patio.

 

This happened over and over again for several weeks. I didn't tell my mother anything, because I thought she wouldn't believe me.

 

Also when I was playing, I felt like someone was watching me from the side of the chair.

 

Over time, I began to hear a little voice saying to me, “Irving, do you want to play?” The tone of the voice was like that of a child.

 

I kept looking around, but I couldn't see where that voice was coming from.

Another thing that happened was that some of my toys would disappear and reappear inside the toilet. My mother was the one who found them and she scolded me constantly. I always tried to explain to her that I wasn't the one who threw them there, but she didn't believe me.

 

It wasn't until one day when I was playing with some plastic soldiers that I managed to see who it was that was constantly inviting me to play.

 

Sitting next to me, I saw a small man dressed rather strangely. He was wearing a red hat, his hair was orange and his skin was pale green. I don't know why, but I wasn't afraid of him. On the contrary, I wanted to play.

 

He moved some of my soldiers into a circle, then sat down next to me and told me that we should play hide and seek instead, and that he would show me his favorite hiding place.

 

I told him I didn't want to play that game, then I turned to look at him, but just as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared. However, I continued to hear his voice right behind me, which did scare me and I ran to find my mom.

 

I told her what had just happened to me, this time my mother believed me, she told me that it was possible that what I saw was a goblin.

 

She took out holy water and threw it all over the house while she prayed. Then she asked me not to go near the stream, because according to her, those beings always lived near bodies of water.

 

This didn't worry me, because I didn't usually leave the house to play, I didn't have many friends, except for the few children who went to school with me and we weren't close enough to go out to play after school, perhaps that was one of the reasons why a game proposal from that being, instead of being terrifying to me, seemed attractive.

 

I spent a couple of days without hearing or seeing that creature, perhaps my mother scared it away with her prayers and holy water.

 

I don't know how much time has passed, when you're a child the notion of time is different, I felt like months had passed, but who knows if only a few weeks or days had passed before I heard that being again. It began to make itself present again in an invisible way, I could feel it running next to me, besides, when this happened the house stank of sewage.

 

One afternoon while watching cartoons after school, my mother went out to the store, which was several blocks away.

 

 

Every time I went to the store she told me the same thing, not to open the door to anyone but her and not to go near the stream.

 

My parents were very afraid of that stream, years later I found out why; it turns out that while we lived there, several children disappeared, one of them was found drowned in the stream, in the place where it was highest.

 

Nowadays I think that those children were attracted by something and their death was something more than a simple accident.

 

My mother was late that afternoon, I don't remember what cartoon she was watching exactly, I think it was a series where they told horror stories for children.

 

I threw myself down on the couch and suddenly, inside the bathroom, the toilet started flushing again like that day when the whole house flooded.

 

I was afraid of drowning inside the house, so I jumped off the couch and then headed for the stairs. That's when I heard the bathroom door open. Being made of sheet metal, it made a squeaking noise every time it opened.

 

I immediately began to hear music similar to that which played in the little box where my mother kept her jewelry.

 

The Sewers - Horror Story

The sewers - horror story

Then I saw him again, it was the same little man, he was wearing boots with bells on them. He did a kind of dance and came up to me. I climbed a couple of steps without taking my eyes off him.

 

This time I was really scared, those movements he made were not natural, they were something diabolical.

The little man, without looking at me, asked me to follow him to his hiding place, because there were other children there who wanted to play with me.

 

I remained silent for a few seconds and the being insisted again that I follow it, finally I was able to speak, I said no, stuttering.

 

The goblin did a flip in the air and climbed a step. I was shaking with fear and all I could do was yell at him to go away.

 

At that moment the keys rang in the front door, the creature disappeared and I ran to the door to hug my mother. She asked me about what had just happened to me.

 

 

I couldn't stop crying, much less talk, so she left me on the couch and then made me some tea to calm me down.

 

I told my mother that I saw the goblin come out of the toilet. She sprinkled holy water all over the house again, but this time it was of no use, as the apparitions continued.

 

I started to hear his voice more often, he would talk to me from the window and especially from the manhole covers under the shower. This gave me a phobia of the bathroom. I avoided going into the bathroom at all costs, I was so scared, I ended up getting sick to my stomach.

 

I couldn't stand being alone at home, I was always with my parents, I felt lucky to sleep in the same room as them, well, I don't know why, but that being didn't appear if they were present, although they could see the pranks I got up to, like when my cars moved by themselves, or when the doors opened by themselves.

 

My mother took me to a priest to see if he could help me. He gave me a scapular and a bottle of holy water, saying that the water had been brought directly from the Vatican.

 

From then on, I always carried the scapular with me, it made me feel safe.

The being appeared to me a couple more times, once outside the kitchen window.

 

My mother was taking a bath, my father had not yet returned from work, which left me a free path to steal cookies from the cupboard, I had to climb on a chair to reach them

 

As I reached for the box of cookies, I heard knocking on the window.

 

It was the damned little man. He was inviting me to play with him again, telling me that the children were outside and wanted to meet me. At that moment I heard the voices of several children screaming, they were not screams of fun, but of pain.

 

I quickly took my scapular between my fingers and raised it towards the window, where the little man was. The being disappeared, but the voices of the children could still be heard outside, playing near the stream.

 

I saw him again in different places in the house, but I never had a direct confrontation with him again.

As time went by, I stopped seeing him.

My parents say it's because I grew up and that being lost interest in me.

 

I can't say for sure that that being was a goblin, it was too strange, I think that beings of darkness take forms so that we follow them.

 

 

I can't imagine what would have happened to me if I had followed him, I probably would have ended up like those unlucky kids.

 

I no longer live with my parents and they no longer live in that house, they moved to a better area.

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