This takes place not too long after my previous story. I was downstairs in my neighbor's basement/game-room as both of my parents were at work, and after my previous experience with the black thing out by my barn, I refused to stay home alone. I probably would have taken my house over this one had I known that I would have an even closer "brush" with the paranormal here.
I don't know if I mentioned this in my other story, but our small neighborhood of about five houses on top of a large hill surrounded by a few fields was built on an Native American village. (My neighbor, who farms a few of the nearby fields, has thousands of dollars worth of arrowheads and artifacts that he simply found in his field). That's why our entire area is so "active" I assume.
It was about nine o'clock at night. My neighbors' son was out, the husband was watching TV upstairs, the wife was asleep, and I was downstairs playing Call of Duty in the dark. I felt the cliche cold air (it was a particularly warm day if I remember right), and a shiver go up my spine. I looked behind me out of instinct, and seeing that nothing was there, I turned back around to unpause my game.
That was a mistake. A big black shadow about twelve feet tall, with what looked like big hands with six-inch claws on the end walked in front of the TV and up the stairs. If you've ever seen anything like this, you'll understand what I'm trying to say. When it went up the stairs, it just moved up them. I couldn't tell you how it moved (good lord this is really hard to say over text)...It was so weird, it didn't float, it didn't walk, it was almost like it stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and in the blink of an eye, it was at the top of them.
I spend a lot of time over there at my neighbor's and to this day, almost five years later, I will not go back down into their basement.
*Note-sorry for the previous confusion over my last entry, I cleared it up, it won't happen again.