My Mummy always told me to stay out of the basement, she said that I wasn't aloud to go down there, or I would get in big trouble. But one day, I heard a noise come from it, kind of like a puppy whimpering. I had always really wanted a puppy, so I decided to have a quick peep, just so I could see if it was a surprise maybe. So I inched the door open quietly and looked inside, but then mummy saw me, and pulled me back, and then told me never to do that again sobbing. She stopped pretty quickly though, and then told me should had got some chocolate ice cream. I was so happy about the ice cream, I never thought to ask why there was a little boy down there, or why he had no hands or feet.
Le scary story -Yarack
