A few weeks ago, I was up at my Meemee (grandmother) 's house. My sister and my cousin where outside swimming while me Meemee watched them. I had been feeling really sick lately so I was just sitting inside watching TV. I had to go outside to take the phone to my Meemee. When I came back inside something was wrong. The basement door was wide open. I figured my poppa (grandfather) was home. I went to look outside, expecting to see his truck. But his truck wasn't there. I thought "Ok maybe I left it open when I went to get a drink from the fridge down stairs." I tried to relax, but I felt really uneasy. Like someone was standing there. Watching me.
I heard a weird noise, so I got up and went to go check it out. I heard laughter and footsteps. I figured it was just my cousin running in to get something to eat. It sounded like it was coming from the basement stairs. I went to the basement, but once I reached the door (which was still open) the sound stopped. I nervously looked around, thinking my sister was playing a trick on me. I went back into the living room to watch TV. Then I heard loud, heavy footsteps coming from the basement. I got up to see what it was, but it started to sound like someone was running my way.
I turned to run and I heard the same laugh. I shot out of the house and ran for the pool. I looked into the kitchen window and saw the curtains move like someone had shut them. I never told anybody about this until now, because I have had many paranormal expiriences in which no one has believed me. This is the first time I've shared it. If you have any ideas on what may have happened, please tell me.