Most people probably thought that when they were younger there were monsters and ghosts in their basements. Well, me being a typical 5 year old, I thought there where too. I would hear noises in my Basement such as scratching, breathing and footsteps, when I told my mum about this she would just reassure me saying it was just my imagination, but in fact she would hear these things too, she would just not want to creep me out and scare me.
I am still living in the same house as I have all my life, and occasionally I still go down to the basement, maybe to get some stuff out of there, or bring the laundry down or something. In fact, a few weeks ago I remember going down to into the basement, to get the laundry; little did I know that it will be a long lasting memory.
I walked down the basement stairs and I got this uneasy feeling, and I felt as if something was watching me, something evil. I just carried on because this feeling would usually pass after a couple of minutes that I was down there. I started emptying out the laundry into a white basket, and after a couple of minutes the feeling still didn't pass, so I got a bit scared of this and hurried to finish the laundry. As I finished, I turned around to go back upstairs. Standing in front of the steps was a tall dark black figure, I could tell it had this big, evil grin on it's face. It was horrible!
I froze in my spot and screamed, so much my family came rushing down to see what had happened. The evil figure just faded away really quickly as soon as my Dad opened the door to the basement. My family said I was white as a sheet, and quickly brought me upstairs and asked me what had happened. I told them what happened, and my Mum said she saw the exact same thing as she was down there a couple of days ago. I have not seen any of this figure any more, maybe it was just an evil spirit passing by; who knows.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story!