Once again it has been far too long since I last published a story! Lots of little things have been happening at our home, but nothing overly dramatic thankfully! I wanted to publish this just to keep you up to date about the little things happening.
About 5 or 6 weeks ago, my aunty and uncle came down to stay with us. It was the first time they had seen the new house, or had even met my boyfriend or best friend. There was tension everywhere in the days coming up to their visit. Hasty cleaning jobs were being done, beds made, sheets washed. All of the normal "family is coming over" types of things that are done last minute, no matter how long you have to prepare.
With tension so high in our household, there were lots of fights, so the cats stayed out of our way, hiding in the basement for the most part. One day, as "Cody" and I were moving our dining room table out of our living room where it had been residing while we cleaned the floors in the eating area, the cats came screeching out of the basement. The door to the basement is in our kitchen, as it acts as our cellar as well. The door was just slightly ajar, and we had the table in hand when all three cats came whipping up the stairs and disappeared into the living room in between our legs. We placed the table and went to investigate. In the living room, there were no signs of kitty life, but upon looking under the couch and love seat, we found all three cats, just shaking in terror. We closed the door and forgot about it, being as we had zero time to investigate further.
We had another incident with the cats a couple days later, also with the basement. My aunt and uncle had been left at our home alone, because all three of us had to work. Apparently my aunt had opened the door into our basement and went to get cereal or something and had left it open a crack, because a cat had gone down there with her. After eating they were both sitting at the kitchen table relaxing, when again the cats came running up the stairs in a blind panic and ran into the living room and hid under the furniture. My aunt and uncle went to investigate, my uncle grabbing a flashlight.
The basic set up of our basement is a big open room, with shelves all along one side as our cellar (in case of emergency/apocalypse) and a couch and a chair and a big screen TV for a man cave and hockey and as a chill spot for when friends come over. There was a small bathroom in the back, at the very far left side, and another smaller cold storage room on the far right. There is storage under the stairs reminiscent of Harry Potter and that was about it.
Now, our lights downstairs are a bit sketchy at the best of times (old house, bad wiring) so after turning on, they began to flicker and make "a perfect horror movie setting", in my aunt's words. They just generally checked around, making sure nothing had fallen or anything dangerous to the kitties, and then made their way back upstairs. My aunt says she doesn't know what made her turn around to look behind her at that exact moment, but when she did, she thought she saw someone vanishing into the bathroom (on the far left). She grabbed my uncle and whispered to him about seeing the person (she claims it was a man) go into the bathroom. My uncle is a pretty big guy, so he tromped down there, flashlight in hand, and hollered for who ever it was to come out or he would come in there (he's a giant teddy bear, just for reference's sake). When no one came out, he pushed open the door SWAT style and looked around. There is literally no possible way for a person to get out of there unless they crawled down the toilet, but the room was empty. He blamed it on the lighting and went upstairs, but my aunt told me of it later while we were making supper. It struck a bit of a cord with me because Kenzie (my best friend and roommate) had mentioned seeing some weird shadows down there a few times.
We thought that the basement was the worst place, but apparently Kenzie has been tormented frequently in her room, which is at the very end of the upstairs hallway. She wakes up in the night feeling watched and just generally uncomfortable. She complains that the cats won't sleep in her room either, which just freaks her out more.
We've had lots of little things go missing recently, which at first we attributed to our cats. But my car keys turned up in the bathtub the other day, which the cats avoid at all costs. They won't even enter the bathroom, let alone play with the keys in the bathtub, which is their worst enemy. Other than that, there's not much to report. The normal funny shadows out of the corner of your eye, the weird noises, my cats having mental breakdowns when they go into certain rooms, the normal stuff for haunted houses.
Feel free to comment. I have a feeling this is just the beginning of the true haunting, though I'm hoping it stays small like this.
Lots of love and Goddess Bless,
Oh yes, almost forgot. "Cody" and "Kenzie" aren't real names, just as a reminder again.