I was never the same after that night in Nevergoogleland. It all began when my friend, who had been living in the area for a few years, asked me to come and stay in the old house. I was blind, so I couldn’t see the creepy atmosphere and the odd, ancient artifacts that cluttered the place.
My friend had warned me not to go into the cellar and I had no intention of doing so, until one night I heard a strange noise coming from down there. I decided to investigate and navigated my way down the stairs, feeling my way along the walls.
I found myself in a large, damp room, and that’s when I heard it – an eerie voice coming from somewhere in the darkness. I couldn’t make out the words exactly, but it sounded like a warning – a warning to stay away.
I backed away slowly, feeling my way back to the stairs, but as I reached them, I felt a cold hand grab my arm. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I was paralyzed with fear as I felt this thing dragging me further into the darkness.
It took me what felt like hours to finally find my way back to the stairs, and when I did, I was horrified at what I saw. The walls were lined with shelves filled with human bones, and in the center of the room was a large stone altar with a grotesque figure on it.
I stumbled out of the room in terror, and as soon as I stepped onto the stairs, I heard a loud crash behind me. When I looked back, the figure on the altar had disappeared.
I rushed out of the house in panic and never returned. To this day, I can still hear that eerie voice warning me to stay away from that old house in Nevergoogleland.