I know that it is difficult to believe a ghost story that you haven't experienced yourself but I can only relate my experience to the best of my abilities; it was so intense that I feel compelled to share it.
I have in the past had some experiences with the paranormal but never one quite as scary as my experience in the antique store basement located in small northern Illinois town. It was a nice summer day and I was looking at the antiques with my mom in a store that I later found was once a hardware store. We both went down the stairs to the basement. As I was walking I felt extremely dizzy and could not avoid the strange idea of my head smashing into the pavement I was walking on. We were making our way to the back of the basement and my eyes were drawn to the corners of the ceiling, as if I was watching something move back and forth between them. I had another odd thought of a tiger pacing back and forth, its shoulder blades moving swiftly above its stooped head. I was ignoring these thoughts as we got to the end of the room. I suddenly heard a man's deep voice slowly work up to a savage scream, "Get out, get OUT, GET OUT!, GET OUUUUUT!, GET OOOUUUUUUT!" It sounded like a man going insane with anger and grief. It was a voice that is best described as tormented.
The hairs stood up on the back of my neck and chills ran up and down my back. I noticed then that there was NO ONE but us in the basement and turned to my mom to quietly suggest that we leave. Before I heard a response I turned to see my mother literally running away through the basement and up the stairs! I could not stop myself from yelling, "Wait for me! Don't leave me alone! Wait! Wait!".
Needless to say we walked straight out of the store and started a long and silent trip home. Weirdly enough we didn't talk about why we ran away like lunatics and the moment was nearly forgotten. Until two weeks later when I finally had to bring it up to her. Neither of us are very comfortable with it but my late grandmother, mother, and myself seem to have somewhat psychic abilities. As I said earlier, I have experienced a few things before with and without my mother so it was odd for me to not bring it up earlier. Without telling her any details I asked her if she happened to hear anybody yelling that day. She stopped what she was doing and answered yes. I asked her to repeat what she heard and it was exactly what I had heard that day! Even the crazed tone and rising anger with each "get out" was precisely as I had heard it!
She still refuses to say any more about that day and I'm left to wonder alone what I had experienced and why. I was so curious that I tried to look up the history of the town, which was very sparse. I did find that a man named George had shot himself in the head around the time that the store was in use but I couldn't confirm anything for sure. I continue to have paranormal experiences but nothing comes close to the surprise and terror I had experienced that day.