text: I once had this bud from high school, his name was Brandon. He was a tall, muscular football player, he was handsome and had a pretty average personality. I was also on the football team with him and had driven him home when he didn't have a ride so we were kind of friends. I moved though, and I didn't see him at-all until I came back to town for my mothers funeral. It was a sad journey and me my wife and 4 year old twin girls Anna and Anne and baby son called Liam planned to stay there a few days so I could show my family my hometown and just mourn for a bit. The town was small, so no hotels. So I rented a place to stay from some username called 'SulkyBoy34' who had pretty good reviews except some high hippies saying they saw someone moving in the dark. I didn't belivie those kind of things though, and when we got there I was very suprised to see my old pal, Brandon. "Oh, Heya Mark. Didn't know that you were staying here." He smiled, and brought me into a hug. He hugged my family and I joked, "Heya bud. How ya doing SulkyBoy34?". He laughed and said "Brandonfootballgod was taken". We had a nice chat inside the normal home. I learnt he had a girlfriend in France who he was visiting and he was a little low on cash so he was renting out his house. He also told me his girlfriend who he didn't mention the name of was expecting very soon that's why he was going in such a rush. I told him about my family, and we drank coffee together while the twins played and my wife unpacked our bags while dealing with our youngest. I felt bad leaving her to do the work but she assured me it was fine, and wanted to let me catch up with my mate. He had to leave soon though and quickly grabbed his bag and told me he left me a gift for the kids in the basement of his one floor house. I thanked him and my wife told me she would get it so I started to make some food for the twins while preparing formula for Liam. Ten minutes later, I called out for my wife. "Lila..are you alright? need some help?". After she didn't answer I put the girls down but my son refused and started waling so I held onto him and went down into the basement. I took each step carefully not wanting to drop Liam, or alarm Anna or Anne. "Lila this ain't funny anymore." I said again, nearly slipping on some dismantled mop. "What the hell?!" I whisper-shouted. I pushed open the heavy metal door and I could barely see my hand infront of my face it was so dark. I could hear a low hum and I assumed it was the generator or the heating, something like that. I went out a bit further ignoring the pounding of my heart. "Lila?!" I shouted, my voice cracking a bit. I was scared now, but what was I supposed to do?. I sighed, maybe she had left the basement ages ago and I just didn't hear her. "LILA IF YOUR IN HERE TELL ME IM LEAVING NOW." I yelled, and with no response, I turned to leave. Until something grabbed my foot! I turned horrified and frantic to see a slimy and oozing hand latched onto my shin, by now my son was crying sensing my fear and the danger. I felt powerless as I uselessly kicked the hand away while yelling for my wife. I didn't want to leave her in with the..creature but what could I do?. I kicked the hand with my other foot, almsot losing my balance. theres a pained howl from the monster and It lets go, It's now or never. I dash up the stairs, I do look back though. My wife is gone though, the love of my life. The twins are oblivious playing with their dollhouse. "Girls, Daddy has to do something. Look after your little brother please." I told them, grabbing some locks I had packed. I can't renember the reason now but I'm sure as hell glad I did. "Ok!" Anne and Anna said at the same time, not the freakiest thing I had seen that day. "Ok your'e so good." I smiled, my voice shacking and I kissed all my kids foreheads tenderly. Not like me atall, the burly strong football player but I could never see my kids again and I loved them. I locked the basement door, wanting to make sure whatever that hell monster was could never get out. I ran out the house like a crazy person and got straight into my car and made my way to the airport. I know it was irresponsible to leave infants alone but the airport was five minutes away and I needed to kill that son of a bitch. The next flight to France...Leaves in 5 minutes I read. And with red blurring my vision I found Brandon, waiting calmy. I pounced, furious at his peace. I scratched at his eyes, right hooked his face, ripped his hair out did anything I could. I was being torn off him by secruity and exhausted, I stopped resiting. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Brandon yelled at me, his face red and disfigured paramedics trying to help him, Brandon refusing. "Brandon what have you done....?" I choke, my eyes welling up with tears. He has just killed my wife and now my kids are probably dead because of my stupidity and anger. "What?" he spat at me. "BRANDON MY WIFE WENT DOWN TO GET THE 'GIFT' YOU LEFT US WHICH IS SOME MONSTER WHO ALMOST KILLED ME AND HAS PROBABLY KILLED MY WIFE AND WILL PROBABLY KILL MY CHILDREN. I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS AND NOW YOU HAVE RUINED MY LIFE YOUR A FUCKING MONSTER THATS WHAT YOU ARE YOU DISGUSTING PHYSCO!!!!" I screamed, my voice red and sore. He stared at me and smirked. He had the nerve to smirk at me...after what he did??. I opened my mouth to yell at him some more but he laughed, cold and cruel. "I don't know what your talking about." He said, eyes so innocent but filled with lies. I collapsed, on the dirty airport floor, I ended up in police custody and my kids were taken to be put in the system, because they needed a 'stable' family. And I wasn't even allowed to go to my own mothers funeral or my wife's. Brandon ruined my life. &#x200B; Thank you for reading, sorry if there are a-lot of spelling mistakes and rookie errors.