[ WP ] Today , you went into the room your parents told you to never go in .

The handle creaked as my hand slowly twisted the cool metal. I placed my other hand onto the dark wooden surface to push the stiff door inwards. Glancing back the house remained still, quiet, dark. 
 
 I focused my attention ahead trying to peer inside. Damp frigid air slowly cricked the hairs on my skin, standing to attention. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a torch and clicked the switch. A long tower of light pushed through the darkness which illuminated floating dust. I stepped forwards, my bare feet feeling the hard touch of stone pushing back on them awkwardly. A staircase descended into the abyss leading to the forbidden basement. 
 
 `` Promise me you shall never go into the basement'' my father had sternly told me years ago. Not that I had had any choice in the matter. Any time he returned from below he had been careful to lock the door... except tonight. I had watched from the banister above as I often did and tonight my dishevelled father had returned and hastily made his way to his room. 
 
 I knew that this was my chance and I had taken it. I waited till past midnight before creeping across the landing and down the stairs, carefully placing my weight as close to the wall as possible to avoid any unwanted moans from the floorboards beneath. 
 
 A fluttering in my chest tingled my finger tips, moisture sapped into my palms which I wiped away onto my pyjama bottoms. I steadily lowered my body down each step careful not to fall. The torch lead the way, ten more steps... five. At the bottom there was another door to my left. It was then I realised that my plan could still fail. But I was lucky. The door swung open with ease. Moisture filled my nostrils an awkward stuffy smell. Flashing my torch I tried to make sense of the room. 
 
 There was something on the wall at the opposite side, I allowed the torch to penetrate the room and reveal a figure, slumped against the wall. It was a woman, her knees nearly touched the floor dragging her feet behind her as she was suspended by her wrists, her head unsupported by her neck rolled on her chest. I tensed up as my mouth drained away all fluids. The silence of the night began to scream at my ears so hard they hurt. Breathing faster I started towards the figure. She was naked. Auburn hair fell beside her drooping breasts. Blood ran down her arms from her wrists, wet from her wounds. Purple and black bruises covered her naked body. 
 
 It was now when the woman began to stir. I looked around for a hiding place but other than a scattering of debris the room was bare. She looked up into my eyes. She had soft green eyes, one haloed by swollen bruised skin which dominated the right half of her face. Her mouth hung open, eyes confused she uttered something which i could not make out. Steadying herself she swallowed and murmured a single word, my name, 
 
 `` John...?'' her voice crocked as she spoke and I understood. My face was wet and my eyes felt so heavy. My vision blurred. 
 
 `` Mother...'' I replied. It was not a question, I knew.
