Writing

I want to start writing more so this is where I'll practice. Today's genre is.....Horror!Note:These are all short stories.

The Basement

Anne went to her grandmother's house once a year. Anne loved her grandmother and looked foward to visiting her every year. She visit would start with a round of her grandmother's famous chocolate chip cookies, then she would help her grandmother clean the house and move stuff around. Then next day she would go to the senior citizens center and talk to her grandmother's friends, they would then go to the lake and Anne would take a dip. On the last night her grandmother would tuck her in and tell her a bedtime story a year in the making. One year, when Anne was about eleven years old, she asked,"Grandmother, what's in the basement?" Anne had never been near the basement before. He grandmother got a mad look on her face and said,"You are never to go near the the basement ever!" Anne fell asleep wondering what her grandmother kept in her basement. Year after year passed and Anne would always ask about the basement but would never go and look. When Anne was eighteen her grandmother passed way. She left her house to Anne but in small writing on her will Anne could make out "Don't go in the basement." She decided before she went to college she would go to her grandmother's house to move her stuff to storage so that she could rent it out. She looked down the hall to the basement. She said aloud to herself,"Maybe I should just peek." She opened the door and smell something decaying. She slowly climbed down the stairs. She gasped. There were tens of tens of bodies in the basement. From adults to young children she was about to faint when she heard her grandmother's voice. "Amazing, isn't it? When you warn a human not to do something they always do it, sometime in their life."She looked at the adults. "You see Anne, I start the cycle by bewitching parents to think I'm their grandmother and its starts from there, you know how it goes.They get curious and in the end they always end up in my clutches." Anne quietly said,"What are you?!?" She replied almost laughing,"Your worst nightmare."

A Year Later...

Mary went to her grandmother's house once a year. Mary loved her grandmother and looked foward to visiting her every year. She visit would start with a round of her grandmother's famous chocolate chip cookies, then she would help her grandmother clean the house and move stuff around. Then next day she would go to the senior citizens center and talk to her grandmother's friends, they would then go to the lake and Anne would take a dip. On the last night her grandmother would tuck her in and tell her a bedtime story a year in the making. One year, when Mary was about eleven years old, she asked,"Grandmother, what's in the basement?" Mary had never been near the basement before. Her grandmother got a mad look on her face and said,"You are never to go near the the basement ever!" Mary fell asleep wondering what her grandmother kept in her basement.

Booo! Well, what did you think?