The Old Well

A scary story with a " edge of your seat turn " I hope you enjoy .

"Are we going down there ?" ... Jason asked. "That's the plan" I replied. We were standing in front of an old well behind my house. "Grab the rope" I told Jason. We tied it on to the rotting wooden bar above the the well entrance. It was hard to see in the pitch black of night, for all we had was an old flashlight. We threw the rope down the well and heard it splash as it hit the wet surface of the well's floor. "You go first" said Jason. I agreed. I jumped into the well. It was hot and muggy in the well despite the cold august air outside. I kept descending as the darkness consumed me.
I had heard stories ... from my grandfather. He always warned me and my step-brother Jason of the well. He told us of a ratman who lived in the well. He drew us a picture of the ratman each time he came to visit his old house, which is the one we were living in at the time. He then told us the stories were just to scare us into not going down into the well. I don't even know why we called it a well. That's what it looked like, but unlike other wells it had a tunnel running horizontal at the bottom. Anyways ... We went down there that night to once and for all prove that grandpa's stories were nothing but stories after all. We even brought a phone to record whatever we we're going to see .
The water splashed as my feet hit the wet surface. Luckily,it was only about 1 inch deep. "Come on down!" I yelled. "I think I've changed my mind!" he replied. "You can't quit now!" "We're just going to have a look down here and then go back up and play some video games !" "Ugh ... ok" Jason replied . I wish what I said that night to Jason, 20 years ago, was true.
Jason's feet made a loud splash as he dropped. "Be quiet, you're going to wake up the ratman" I said with a smirk. The walls of the tunnel lit up a dark yellow color as we walked with the flashlight. "Did you hear that?" I asked. "No" said Jason. I did hear it, it sounded like growling, but I shrugged it off. We continued into the well, I was now holding the phone as it recorded nothing but the walls. We were walking for about three minutes when I heard something strange.
Kiiilll hiiimmm ...
"Did you hear that?" I found myself asking. "No" said Jason once again. This time I could tell he was sincere. I was starting to get scared.
Your going to kiiilll hiiimmm ...
This time I kept it to myself. We kept walking.
We had been walking for about ten minutes before we reached the end of the tunnel. "That's odd" I said. "I thought it was longer". We turned around and started going back. I was getting tired.
Kiiilll hiiimmm ...
"NO!" I screamed. "Are you alright?" Jason asked. "Yeah, let's get out of here.
We finally reached the rope. " I'll go first" I said. About three feet up I fell as the rotting wooden bar at the top gave away to my weight. "No" I thought. "We're stuck" said Jason. "Call your dad" he said. I looked at the phone :NO SIGNAL: .
Grrrrrrrrrrr ...
The growling was very loud this time. How could Jason not hear that?
Grrrrrrrrrrr ...
"Um Jason, could you go check in the tunnel for anything?". " I think I heard something". "There's nothing down" he said, "but I'll check anyways". He walked into the tunnel. I pointed the phone at him while it recorded his every move. Then ... I saw it ...The ratman . It was right in front of Jason! "RUUUNNN!!!" I screamed. Jason turned around and said "what?". At that very moment the ratman reached around, grabbed Jason's neck, and ripped it open ... That ... thing, ripped it open. Blood sprayed everywhere. I wanted to stop the ratman but I just kept recording the gruesome scene. Then the ratman made his way to me. He got right in front of my face. Then he spoke ... He spoke three words ... "You did this". He then smiled and ran into the darkness.
I remember the police pulling me and Jason's corpse from the well. They blamed me for Jason's death. I tried to explain to them that the ratman did it, but no one believed me. They showed me the video on the phone, but it wasn't the same. It showed me killing Jason. Me ripping Jason's throat open, and me saying "I did this". I thought to myself ... "That will be the last time I forget to take my antipsychotic medication". It doesn't matter anyways, because they don't let me forget at the asylum I'm in.

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[Wez Hardyn]

You're pretty good kid, I love a surprise ending. I could point out some of the grammatical errors but you probably know what they are by now as a mature 17 year old. I hope you haven't stopped writing - let's have another.