The Man who Lived under the Floor

Everyday I hear it... The sound of cracking and humming coming from the floor...

My name is Mitchell, and the year is currently 2007, I think.. I live in Kingston, Canada. Kingston is a small city, a few hours from Ottawa and Toronto; it is also near the border of America. I was living with my Grandma when the events happened. I lived with my grandma, because my parents were killed, and she was the only person left in my family aside from me...

The mystery behind how my entire family had died was unknown. Grandma said it was probably because of a bad omen... I don't believe in that bullshit, though. My grandma lived in a old apartment complex, where many other oldies live. The first night living with my grandma was fine.. Until things got very strange...

Monday. This was the first day of 9th grade for me, and coming from a small school was going to make this a big step.. I wasn't a big kid back then and still ain't. But somehow I got around... The first thing that was strange was when I got out the door, there was a old man with a cover over one eye and had a prosthetic leg... I didn't try to look, but my curiosity kicked in, and I stared at the man. He instantly stared back at me. Of course, I took my leave right as he stood up. On my way to school, I noticed something very weird... There was at least five cop cruisers parked in front of a home with a large number of spectators.. Living in Kingston for 11 years, I have never seen this much commotion.. I walked over to see what was going on.

There were three corpses lying on the ground, with their Adam's apples hanging out. I felt a little nauseous seeing this, and made a good call to leave.. The rest of the day went pretty normal... Except for the images of those corpses, flashing in my mind. The blood flowing out of their throats... Thinking back, they all appeared to be 15-year-old males... I wondered if they went to my school. The final bell rang, and I ran straight to grandma's apartment... I needed to sleep...