Curiosity Killed the Cat

I pulled the door closed, rethinking what she had just said. That cannot be true, she must be confused, her father is a police officer. I thought to myself. Somehow, I realised my thoughts had carried me to the door of the basement. I knew I was crazy for even thinking anything was down there, but I had to know. I couldn't let Lilla sleep here if she and I were really in danger. My heart raced as my fingers skimmed the doorknob. I paused, taking a shaky breath. I turned the doorknob, slowly at first, the creaky wood door letting or a squeak as it turned on it's hinges. Infront of me was a dark-and-dingey staircase, with the railing torn off. My stomach lurched. I'm an idiot! What am I doing? Reluctantly, I stuck my arm out, reaching for the light. I searched around the splintering boards, for anything like a string or a switch. My fingers found nothing. That should have been my first warning, but I pulled out my phone, turning on the camera. The phone illuminated the space, showing the stairs went down to concrete floor. There was something wet on the ground, but I ruled it as water. Many basements leaked. My white high-top converse made slight noise as I ascended the stairs. I felt a breeze on my bare legs, sending chills up my spine.

When I reached the bottom step, I looked around, seeing nothing but steel shelves lining the walls. Camping gear, and extra police equipment lined the shelves. I let out a sigh. Turning to leave, I saw the liquid on the floor again. It was oozy and definetly not water. I tried to avoid it to get to the stairs. I placed a hand against the wall to balance myself, steering around the liquid. The wall cracked, and creaked. My eyes hovered around as little rocks started falling from the ceiling. Little rocks at first, then bigger, and bigger started raining down around me. The wall I had been holding onto to sturdy myself now gave way, crumbling to nothing. My eyes stung, confusion filling my head. I probably had a concusion, my head fuzzy.

Infront of me there was now another, bigger room. It was old, like the other with cages lining the walls and hanging from the ceilings. I must be hallucinating. I was probably passed out right now, and I was dreaming. I walked further into the room, my hair now covered in old stone dust. As I walked I peered in each cage. They were empty, all except one. As I reached the one that had a glowing yellow light inside, I realised I was probably dead. This was heaven going to take me. I breathed a sigh, accepting what was about to happen. But, it didn't. Inside the cage was a curled up boy, who looked about nineteen. The glowing yellow light radiated from him, along with two giant white wings spread to the edges of the cage. He looked at me with sore, tired eyes, and pointed to the sign on his cage. It read, "Angel," I gasped confusion lurking aorund. Why-why is an angel in a cage, why are angels on earth- questions circled my mind. I knew it wasn't real, but it felt like it.

"Oh, darling," It breathed shakily, "I'm real, and your world just changed."

He pointed to the cage across from him where the door had been left agar. In scrawled writing at the top, it read "Demon," There was a trail of black ozzing liquid leaving the cage. It went up the stairs. "Lilla,"