The Door Beneath the Stairs by Kate Gayson

Once upon a time there a husband and a wife. They went everywhere together, but one day the wife ended up very ill. The husband was heartbroken. The wife on the other hand had a secret hidden deep within the house. The wife secret was never found out by the husband before he died. That was 100 years ago and the house has passed through many families and her secret still lies within the house.

It is the 19th of August 2023, I moved into Little Lane House in the quite country lane of Cavan. The house is little creepy but my parents say I’m just being silly. I have all mostly explored everywhere in the house bar the door beneath the stairs. My parents told me not to go beneath the stairs. I promised I wouldn’t disobey them but deep down I was still very curious. Every time I passed the door, I always got this weird feeling.

Three months passed and I still hadn’t plucked up the courage to go under the stairs. I passed it every day and I really wanted to go down beneath the stairs, So I decided tonight I would go down when my parents were asleep. When I was about to open the door to go down the stairs. I heard a voice it was a strange women’s voice. She whispered softly ‘just promise me one thing don’t open the door beneath the stairs.’ I was so scared I ran back to my room and hid under the covers. Morning came and the first thing I did was I ran into, my parents’ room and told them I heard a woman’s voice. They didn’t believe me they told me “if I moaned about one more thing in the house, I would be grounded”  I didn’t want to get in more trouble so I said its probably the pipes. I knew it wasn’t the pipes but I had to make up an excuse. I really don’t know what I should do next.

A week has passed since the last indecent and nothing has happened. I have a feeling that the ghost knows something about that door that I don’t. The ghost or the woman’s voice is the only thing that is on my mind. Something about her voice is creepy but only because I can’t see her, if we were face to face, I would think this person is shy and calm. I have been wondering why this person doesn’t want me to go beneath the stairs which just wants me to go down there more just to see what they are hiding. I think I might ask my mam to go down with me just so if I find something, she can tell my dad. My mam said tomorrow I could go beneath the stairs with her. I have a strong felling we are going to find something but I would be relieved if there was nothing there. I’m about to go in with my mam. I’m scared but really excited I finally get to look. When we get down there the only things that are there is a desk and bunch of boxes. I really want to go through everything but my mam said that it would be rude. I said I wouldn’t but i had a plan.

It’s midnight and I’m about to go back into the room to look and all the stuff. I think that I should go into the room search the desk and then move all the boxes and search through the them. I’m in the room about to open the desk drawers and I hear the woman whisper again she said ” you are not the first to come in my room and leave empty handed.” I was confused what she meant by that but I asked ” what is your name” it took her a little bit to answer but she finally said ” my name is Carol Pickett.” I said to her what is she hiding but she didn’t respond. So, I continued to look through things but when I started to move the boxes, I could see a crack in the wall and in the wall, there was a locket the locket had the words Carol Pickett engraved on it and inside the locket was a photo of a baby. I asked her what was this and she said “it was my little sister, when I was growing up, we moved house and she fell out the window of our house I have the only photo of her.” I felt so bad but I had to ask why she kept it a secret. She said “I hid the locket in the crack in the wall because my husband never knew about my little sister, I always felt guilty of the death of my sister I thought it was my fault.” I didn’t understand but I listened. I told her I was going to bed I was really tired and worried.

Two days later I have been waiting to tell people and show the locket but I think the best thing to do is find Carol Pickett’s grave and put the locket there. It was very hard to find her grave but I found it in the end. Her grave was overrun with weeds and that’s it so I put a new set of flowers and the locket and told no one. I knew that is what she would have wanted. That night when everyone was in bed, I suck down the stairs to the door beneath the stairs and called quietly Carol Pickett are you there was no answer for a few seconds and then out of nowhere I heard Carol Pickett softly “say thank you Eliza it is now my time to leave this house.”

THE END

         

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