Darkness

You moved into the old house you inherited after your grandmother's death. You enjoyed the fresh air and birdsong in the morning more than the sounds of garbage trucks and the smell of tobacco smoke in the entryway. You were happy with everything except the basement. It was terrifying, and it needed cleaning, as the preserves stored there had long since gone bad. But... There was nothing else to do; you had to go down there. You grabbed your phone and turned on the flashlight, opened the door, and slowly descended, but suddenly a huge spider fell on your face. Trying to shake it off, you wrapped your entire face in webbing, dropped the phone, and then fell completely, losing consciousness from a sharp blow to your head. After a while, you woke up in complete darkness. It was hard and damp, and the location of the phone was unknown. You must have been unconscious for so long that he sat up, his flashlight went out, and the exit door somehow closed... Trying to get up, you groaned in pain. It seemed your leg was injured. You cursed and lay back down.
A quiet, hoarse voice spoke out of the complete silence...

— Are you okay?

Very scared, you crawled away from the voice. You asked who was there and you received the answer:

• Stay where you are... I'll help.

Eyes, slightly accustomed to the darkness, were able to discern a humanoid creature.