Yeah, anyways, this lil' bundle of joy.
[link]Why on earth I was investigating this basement, I haven't a clue. I think I got lost, or something. Anyways, within the basement, the level beneath was larger then the one on top, like an underground pyramid. Eventually, if you went deep enough, you'd come upon a massive warehouse-like underground city, and th' damn thing still went even farther down.
That is where I found those creatures. They were pretty fast, and to tell the truth, I never got a real good look at them. What I remember the most are the hands, or more accurately, the massive number of fingers on each hand. Long before you even heard these things coming up behind you, one could feel the air pressure from their hands on the back of your neck. *Shudder*
Also, there was a family of three that kept on coming into the basement. They were all psychotic.
The boy, probably the least crazy of them all, basically hated everyone. He would drag people down there, lock them down onto this rack, and from a secure, well-lit control booth, torture them. Of course, the blood would attract the creatures, who would finish you off.
The mother would also drag people down there, but not because she hated them, but because she wanted to "save" them. She considered everyone to be her "children," and thought that the way the creatures would kill a person was so horrific, it would wipe away all their sins, so that they could get to heaven. I do not know why she did not do this to her own son. Perhaps she thought he could not be saved.
The father was the most insane of the three. While the son and the mother revered the
way the creatures fed on and killed a person, for the father, it was about the creatures themselves. He wanted to become one of them. He would strip off all his clothes, and when the creatures swarmed their next victim, he would join them, taking part in their killing and feeding.