In the summer of 2007 I was babysitting my baby cousin, Cameron. He was only 1 or 2 years old when this happened.
It was a really old house, with a ripped up old fashioned sofa in the basement. It also had an old fashioned wheelchair in a closet in the basement. Apparently, there was a man who died in that wheel chair. He had some sort of leg disease. The closet door is always kept shut to keep Cameron from fiddling with it.
Me and Cameron were upstairs where it was really hot, the basement is a lot cooler in the summer so I decided to take Cameron downstairs to play with his toys. It gets very hot in the summer. Utah is so dry.
Adorable Cameron was just playing his way out of his world, when all of the sudden, he jerked his head up and looked straight ahead. I looked at him trying to figure out what he was staring at. I looked over at where he was looking. He was staring into the closet of the wheelchair. The door was open. I looked back at Cameron.
He was now pointing into the open closet. I know that it sounds like the Messengers movie, but I promise you that I hadn't even seen that movie yet before this happened.
"Cameron. There's the choo-choo train." I tried to distract him. He would not take his eyes off the open closet. In fact, he started gritting his mini teeth and grimacing at it.
I decided that I had enough of that. So I picked him up to take him back upstairs. He was now growling, and at the same time I could hear heavy breathing a few feet away from us. That's when I BOOKED IT.
I was pretty worried about Cameron, so I called my Aunt (his Mom). I told her that the closet door was open and Cameron was growling at it. Surprisingly, she didn't think that it sounded stupid at all (but I did. How else should I have said it?) She said that she was two blocks away from home would be home in a few seconds. I was relieved to hear that.
Just as I was hanging up the phone, I heard a door slam shut downstairs. Literally a few seconds later, my aunt and my cousin walked through the front door.
I really wanted to find an explanation for that slam (I wasn't quite sure if I was just being paranoid or not). Seeing as I was too scared to go alone, I asked my cousin to come downstairs with me. She agreed to. When we got downstairs, the first thing I noticed was that the closet door was now shut. My cousin tried to open it, but she couldn't. She said that it felt more firm than just a locked door handle. She said that maybe a homeless bum locked and was holding it from the inside.
It was one of those locks you can pick with a bobby-pin and just as luck has it, I was wearing a couple of them in my hair. I took one out and gave it to my cousin. It took her about 10 seconds to unlock the closet door. When we opened up the door, we immediately turned on the light. There was nothing but the empty, old wheelchair in there.
I still am trying to figure out the outside possibilities, but I am out of those ideas. There's where I need ideas from you all. If you do have an idea, please post them!
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