When I was 9 years old, I lived in West Virginia with my Mom and two sisters. My grandmother lived right next door along with my 2 cousins. She had taken them in when they were a few years old. It was only about a year since we moved from the city to West Virginia, that my mother decided she didn't really like it as much as she thought. My uncle suggested we can live with him in Pennsylvania, which my Mother thought was a good idea.
I had already got adjusted to my new school, and grew a very close bond with my cousins. So my Grandmother decided I could stay with her while my Mom and sisters went to Pennsylvania. I remained in West Virginia for about a year before my mom decided it was time for me to come to Pennsylvania.
When I first arrived at my Uncles house, I was greeted by all my family members, then taken to my room. I would like to note the room is on the second floor, down the hall from the top of the stairs. As I was unpacking I remember vividly, my sister saying "You get to share the room with the little girl". I thought nothing about it as I thought she was talking about my Uncles 4 year old daughter.
As the day started to end, my 17 year old cousin has just arrived home from his job. That's when I found out it was actually him who I would be sharing the room with, but I still paid no mind to the comment my sister made earlier. It was a month later when I finally understood what she meant.
Me and my cousin who I shared the room with were just relaxing playing some Xbox. Out of nowhere, I look over and realize this look on his face. It is not so much a look of fear, but a look of curiosity. I asked him " Hey, what's wrong?". He replies " did anybody ever tell you what happened in this house?". I hesitated as I knew something bad had to have happened since he's asking me that question. I replied " No, why? What happened?".
He begins to tell me about how his dad was able to buy the house for just about close to nothing. It turns out that on July 16, 1997 there was a family consisting of a Mother, Father, and Daughter. The father who was considered an angry drunk would often assault his wife. Apparently one day he went too far and brutally beat his wife to death. When he realized what he had done, he had taken the body to the basement and began to think about what to do next.
He knew he had just done something terrible and could not live with the fact of what he had done. He also knew he had a daughter who would ask where her mom is. It was confirmed that he had taken his daughter to his neighbors house who has agreed to baby sit while he "ran a few errands".
The father returns about an hour later, picks up his daughter, and takes her home. Knowing he could not do to his daughter, what he did to his wife, he finds another way. On his little trip running errands, he picked up multiple door locks and other tools. He waits until his daughter is asleep in her room, then quietly installs multiple locks preventing her from opening the door.
He eventually goes to the basement with a bottle of alcohol and a deadly amount of pills. He then begins to slowly kill himself while looking at what he had done. The bodies of all 3 were not found until October 1997, roughly 3-4 months after the tragedy. The mother died from blunt trauma, the Father from overdose, and the girl died from starvation and dehydration.
After learning all of this, I immediately became uneasy. I remember my cousin making a comment about how before I came he would have the light in the room on day or night. No matter what he kept it on as long as he was in the room. As the months went on, I still had no reason to believe that the house was haunted because of what had happened. That is until one night it was an empty house with just 3 people.
The rest of my family that also lived in the house decided to go to the first high school football game of the year. I chose to stay home with my Aunt and Uncle who had a room on the third floor. It was about 7 PM, everyone was gone and my Aunt and Uncle decided to call it a early night. I stayed downstairs watching T.V in the living room and this is where it started to happen.
The basement door is located in the dining room which is right next to the living room. I had full view of the door as I sat on the couch. All of a sudden the door starts to open very slightly then gently closes. As I already know the basement door doesn't close all the way I just assumed it was some wind. About 5 minutes later, as the only lights on in the house were those being made by the T.V, I was quickly able to see the light from the basement peering through the bottom of the door. It had suddenly came on out of nowhere. I am now too scared to move as the only place to go is through the dining room. It was about 20 seconds later that the light shuts back off as if it was never on.
I remember immediately turning all the lights downstairs on and placing a chair in front of the basement door.
I then raced my way upstairs but I heard another noise as I got to the top. As I mentioned earlier my room was located down the hall from the top of the stairs. As I get to the top of the stairs, the light to my room suddenly comes on and the door closes itself. I immediately turn around but as I get halfway down the stairs I hear the door open again. I quickly thought about my cousin saying he always has the light on when he is in the room. My panic caused me to think maybe he was actually home and never went to the football game even though I saw him leave. I turn around, back up the stairs to now see my bedroom door halfway open and the light is still on. As I call my cousins name from the top of the stairs, the door knob made the sound it does when somebody turns it all the way then let\'s it go. I run down the stairs and I hear the door slam very hard. It was so loud it woke my Aunt and Uncle up who about 2-3 minutes later came downstairs to find me sitting on the porch crying my eyes out.
When I told them what had happened they confirmed every part of the story my cousin told me. It turns out the owner of the house actually had the news article and police report of what had happened in the house. He gave it to my uncle when he sold him the property. For the next 2 years we lived there, I did not experience any other situations like this.
To this day I still have chills replaying the sound in my head of the door slamming as I got to the bottom of the stairs. I actually came up with my own reason as to why the door slammed.
I believe the reason the light turned on and the door closed when I first went upstairs is because the little girl wanted me to think my cousin was in the room. Maybe she wanted me to think nothing was wrong? She then reopened the door to maybe imply that she indeed did want me to come in. When I didn't, she then slammed the door in anger or sadness. I feel so bad for what happened to her and I think she was just trying to communicate.
I would like to thank everybody for reading. I apologize for giving more back story then the actual event's that took place but I feel every thing I mentioned is important to what happened. I would love to hear your guys comments as I never revealed this experience to strangers.