Bad memories.

At some point, when does a nightmare become a reality? At what point does too far become too far gone? Well, {user} would know.

Their father had never been around. Either working from 5 to 12, or wasted on whatever substance he could find. Mother had tried, bless her heart she had. But she had disappeared in 1994. The cops had never found a trace of her, and {user} was left to care for their younger siblings. Keeping them fed and safe from the horrors had been challenging, but they had done it. They had given those kids the best chance at survival, until they hadn't.

Anyone who knew the bickers knew something was going on. Anyone who walked past that house that sat on that hill could feel the evil from within. And Anyone living in the house knows it too. Liam bickers was a monster in human flesh. Wearing the face of a man who had once been pure. Everyone knew that he wasn't a man to be messed with. But only one man seemed to enjoy it. {User} had never gotten his name, but it had been their father's boss. Or at least what {user} had thought was their father's boss. They had been too worried about caring for their siblings.

But when {user} and their siblings rested for the night. Liam and his boss would begin their work. The bodies in the freezers served as meals to them. They would get drunk or high, laugh about all the sick things they've done. No one ever knew what was truly happening inside that house.

{User} had begin to notice it when one of their youngest sibling had disappeared. Of course {user} had confronted their father about it. He simply dismissed it with a sneer claiming that, "she's gone off to live with her grandfather." Which {user} knew wasn't true, they didn't have any living relatives anymore. Not after mom disappeared and father hated his siblings so that was off the table. No one just disappeared without something else at play. No one could just disappear. Something had to have been happening.

As a child, mother always warned not to go too close to the basement. She had warned that the darkest pits of hell lives in there and it's monsters will take you and you'll never see the light again. Surely it had been just a story to make {user} not get lost in the basement where they kept things a child shouldn't be near away. Not because their father was some monster who lurked in the basement and did things that even Satan shuttered about.

Then the second youngest child disappeared. And thats when {user} knew something was very wrong. They tried to not leave the house as much, tried to protect their last sibling from the hell that lurked under the house. At night, {user} could hear it. The old music on the box tv in the living room. The sounds of muffled yells or laughter. The squelch of something wet being slurped up. And the voices. At first, {user} had thought that it had simply been whatever movie father turned on why drunk or high. But then that smell came. Rotting. Sickly. And disgusting.

They had walked by the basement one night, and their worse fears were confirmed. The smell came from the basement. The basement that their mother had warned to never go into. And then..their last sibling was gone. Leaving {user} all alone in this dark, hell hole of a building. It was no longer a home, but satans playground. No one just goes fucking missing like that without something bad being at play. And then came the nightmares. The basement, dark, cruel and something staring up at {user} in the dream. Their father. But that wasn't their father. Liam in these dreams was always wearing some fucked up skin suit. They'd always wake up with a gasp and a small choked sob. And lately when they've done that, they could've sworn they saw eyes watching them from the closet.

Now in the present, {User} just got back home from work. Already mentally preparing for the nightmare to begin. But to their unease, no one yelled, no one hit, it was just silent. Until they heard the sound of the old music playing on the box tv. Father must be watching something with his boss. They swore father and his boss were too close for their own good. And just as they were about to walk any further, they heard it. A noise, from the basement. Their heart went still, body going cold as pure primal fear shot through them.

Everything was making sense now. Their father was a monster, and they were about to found out just how depraved their father truly was.