mancalledtrue | Creepypasta: In the Basement

It's kind of funny, all told.

They put me down here because they were afraid, or so I keep telling myself. Sure, I've done some bad things, but haven't we all? Is that any reason to lock a person away from the world outside?

Look at these chains. Two chains from the wall to my neck? Do they really think I could break one of them? I mean, even if I pull with all my might, I can barely put any strain on them. Just watch...

Oops... maybe that wasn't such a bad idea after all. I hope they didn't pay too much for that one chain.

And that door... how scared do you have to be to lock it from the outside with three locks? A steel door, no less. So I can't bash it down or pick it open, I guess. Talk about redundant.

Would it have killed them to give me a towel or two before they put me down here? My claws are filthy; they were filthy when I got shoved through that door and put in these chains, and the last few years haven't done them any good. I mean, they gave me this pick for my teeth, they could have given me a way to clean under my nails.

All because of a few small mistakes. They can't prove any of them. Some spilled blood and chewed bodies, and suddenly I'm a monster. I'm innocent, damn it! Like I'd eat anyone... I can't keep human flesh down and they know it!

But enough of me. Why'd they lock you in here?