Let me start off by saying I am not particularly a scaredy cat however, when it comes to my best friends old house I now turn in to a clinger who can't step foot in the basement without another human being by my side. Back in middle school my friend Christina invited some friends over to play with her ouija board her parents had just gotten her. They all sat down in a dark room in the house and claim to have had a spirit contact them through the board. She claims that she had not experienced anything after that, until I started coming around.
Fast forward to our first year of college. At this point Christina and I were hanging out all the time we were practically sisters with me spending so much time over there. Christina had just moved her bedroom into her finished basement. She had her own living room complete with pool table, off to the right was her bedroom door and a little further to the right was a concrete hallway leading to the bathroom. My first unnatural experience I had in her house was one night during the winter months. We had a few friends over to watch movies and order in chinese food when we ended up being snowed in. By the time everyone should have been going home it had snowed so much that we all decided to just stay the night. Everyone ended up sleeping in the basement with the girls in Christina's room and the boys in the basement living room on the couch.
I was sleeping on the oversized bean bag a good 15ft away from her bed when I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. The only light in the room coming from the alarm clock. I looked over to see a dark figure who I thought was Christina standing at the foot of her bed. She was just standing there doing nothing. Not wanting to wake anyone else I whispered, "Christina what are you doing?". She seemed not to hear me so I said her name again. Still nothing. I then glanced further up at her bed and saw that she was laying in bed fast asleep. I looked back at the the foot of the bed only to see the figure drop into the floor. At this point I must have screamed and hid under the blankets. I smushed my face into the beanbag and covered my ears with my hands. At this point I woke up one of the boys and Christina with my shriek and my muffled sobbing under the blankets. According to them the next day they tried saying my name to get my attention to see what was wrong but with the blankets and my hands covering my head I managed not to hear them.
A couple months later we were throwing a birthday for one of our friends at the house. Everyone was in and out of the basement and the backyard barbecuing and playing games. Everyone was happy and focused on food and friends. After I had downed a couple sodas I found myself needing to use the little girls room so I went inside and used the bathroom in the basement. When my business was done I was walking out of the basement hallway right where it emerges into the pool table living room when I saw Christina go in her bedroom. I didn't hear anyone talking so I figured what a good time to scare her. I quickly ran around the corner and jumped in to the room screaming "RAWR!" only to find that I was the only person in the room and Christina was nowhere to be found. By this point I was so freaked out I ran out of that room and back to my friends as quickly as possible. Turns out I was the only person even in the basement at that time with the rest of the group either outside or upstairs.
The bathroom in the basement was pretty creepy as well. Every time I went in the door always seemed to lock itself on me and I would get stuck in there. There were several times I would be screaming and banging on the door to get someones attention. The handle wouldn't let me turn it to open the door and I would even try throwing my body weight in the door to push it open to no avail. When someone finally would come to let me out the person on the other side would simply put their hand on the handle and turn the knob and it would open with no hesitation. Whether that is a faulty handle or what I do not know but I was the only person that it seemed to happen to. Who knows? About a year and a half ago Christina's family sold the house and moved out. I wonder if whatever is in that basement torments the new owners now or is just waiting for me to step foot in the house again.