The Horrifying Basement

      I remembered that night. It's rainy and glacial Friday the 13th. The streetlight winks at me as it continuously blinks its gleam. The breeze of ghastly air embrace me and whisper with its frigid voice like it's conveying an unpleasant message. A spine-chilling moment but I continue to step my feets towards my favorite destination. When I see Mang Boy with his well known Balut, I excitedly run into him and buy some of his product. "Hey, Baldo! Long time no see! It's been a long time since I saw you in our street", he muttered. I just smile at him as a response. The  I continue to walk with the pack of balut in my hand, a simple present but I know it will give a glee on faces of my beloved wife and daughter.
      Finally. I reach our home. Unexpectedly, my brows meet each other. I got startling and confused expression. Why our door is open in the middle of the cloudburst weather? My heart beats like it's chasing someone and my feet feel like it has something heavy that attach on it. I can't move. But I've tried to step to move further. There's a footstep-stains made of mud on the floor, a lot of stray broken furniture and kitchen tools in the surroundings, a totally messed up place! All I can hear is my heartbeat tat screaming the words of confusedness. Then out of the blue, a cold air touches my back going side and now its softly holding my neck. I don't know what it is but it's terrifying! I slowly turn my head towards the direction of the cold air and surprisingly, I saw the angelic face that I missed. Then someone pulls my pants, caught my attention. My daughter. All the hesitancy I feel was gone the moment that they smile at me.
      Days pass by. Outlandish moments begin to observe. Every morning my wife always staring at the door of the basement that's been abandon and locked for how many years. She also wears white dress everyday and her long black hair matches the dress well. My daughter always sat on the floor hugging her knees and keep on pointing something in the ceiling. But the most strangest scene in our house is, every 3 am in the morning I wake up with unusual sound of a chain hitting in something hard and the moment that I open my eyes, my wife and daughter are staring and smiling at me sarcastically. I don't under and. I've tried to talk to them but they just remain silence. My longing for them enlighten me and helps me to wipe all the doubts formulated in my mind. I just say to myself that everything is fine. But that is just what I thought.
      Until one morning, I wake up with no wife and daughter at my side. I call their names but I don't get any response. I keep on looking for them. I go to the entire house but there are no traces of them. I'm frustrated. So I just sit on the floor. Suddenly, I remember my daughter's habit, I look to the direction of the ceiling where she keeps on pointing to. And realize that there's a CCTV camera there. I rapidly get the laptop and I anxiously watch it.
      Two weeks ago, at 3 am in the morning. There are two big-bearded men forcibly entered our house. They alternately raped my wife and continuously flogging my poor five-year-old daughter. My heart breaks into pieces as I watch the video but the grievous scene is not over. The two-man get a big and heavy chain and hit to my family, put it to their neck and drag them inside the basement. I hear the voice of my family screaming in pain. After a few minutes, there's a total silence. The two man leaves our house like nothings happened. Then the video was ended.
      With my eyes widely open and jaw obviously, drop I try to move towards the basement. Now I found myself staring at the door, the way how my wife does it. I slowly twist the doorknob and push it. The stinky smell goes out as I open it. I see the most horrible moment that ruins my entire life. The decaying bodies of my family were hung by the chain used to end their life.