This experience happened when I was about 8. My whole family was at my grandparents' house it was Thanksgiving. Normaly I slept on a pull out in the back room with my mother, but with the whole family there my mother and I ended up sleeping in the bedroom in the basement.
My grandparents have 13 grand children total and I am the oldest girl, there are eight boys older and one younger. The next girl didn't come along until I was 5 and she lived across the street from my grandparents. So I was the only little girl in the house that night. All of the boys my two older brothers and three of my cousins were sleeping in the living room.
I know that I have mentioned (in posts) that I have a thing about basements and it stems from this basement. For some reason I would always hurry down the stairs I didn't like to be ON them. The corner under them always made me uncomfortable because of the dark shape that paced back and forth there day or night. When you came down the stairs the washer and dryer were in the farthest front corner and the corner oposite that was where my grandpa had built another room approx. 8 feet by 12 feet and the door was actually those saloon type doors from the old west.
On several occasions I would come down the stairs and see someone peeking out those doors and the instant I saw them the doors would swing like someone had just let go of them. The thing that scared me was that though I could see a face I never saw their feet and I would go and look in the room because I always thought that I'd find one of my brothers or cousins; the room was always empty.
So I was scared when I heard that Mom and I would be sleeping in there but I knew that with Mom there I'd be okay. So we had all gone to bed and I woke up and the doors to the room were swinging. Now so you understand I am a very heavy sleeper or was until my daughter was born. Normally it had to be something loud or someone shaking me to wake me up. I ignored it rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
As I laid there I tried not to think about how bad I needed to pee because I really didn't want to have to go near the stairs in the dark. The only light switch that turned the lights on in the basement were at the top of the stairs and grandma had shut them off when we went to bed. So I laid there as long as I could trying to fall back to sleep. Instead the urge to pee overwhelmed me and I knew that I was going to have to dash for the stairs. So I screwed up my courage and ran for it. As I reached the stairs I looked back and saw a man standing at the doors to the bedroom and he turned and walked in as I raced up the stairs. Now my mother is a very light sleeper and I do not understand how she did not hear me running up the stairs. They creaked really bad.
Once up the stairs I went to the bathroom and as I went back to the basement stairs my Uncle, who was sleeping on the pullout I was normally on, asked me what I was doing. I told him that I had needed to use the bathroom. He said okay and went back to sleep. I looked down the stairs dreading the trip back into the basement. I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath to screw my courage back up.
When I opened my eyes there was a little girl standing at the bottom of the stairs. She had shoulder length black hair an older fashoned nightgown. I remember it had a high neckline, and she had these piercing green eyes. I remember hearing her speak though looking back her lips never moved. She told me not to come down there because they were after me and if they caught me like they had caught her that I would regret it. The shadow that I had always seen in the corner flew toward her and seemed to swollow her up in what had to have been the blink of an eye she was gone and that shadow stood in her place beckoning me down the stairs.
I was so scared but I knew that I couldn't turn my back on it so I moved back and to the side to where I was out of his line of sight before I ran for my grandfather's room. Once I was inside I closed the door and climbed into bed with him and pulled the covers over my head. I laid there for a long time until he turned over and realised that I was there. He asked me if I was okay and I told him that I had needed to go to the bathroom and and didn't want to go all the way back down stairs. He told me that I could stay with him and wrapped his arm around me. I laid my head on his shoulder and within moments was sound asleep.
Mom asked me the next morning why I wasn't in bed and Grandpa said that he's heard me in the bathroom and when I came out he'd told me that I could stay up there with him. My uncle backed that when he said that he had seen me at the top of the stairs and I had said something about the bathroom. I never stayed in that room again. The couple times that it had been brought up my grandfather came up with a reason for me not to.
I never did have the oppertunity to check into the house and property that my grandparents had owned. So maybe when I go up this summer to try to help Amy and Robert, I'll get the chance. I'll up date if I find out anything.
Sorry it's so long. Thank you for reading about my experience.