Me and my family once lived in a small town called Red Shirt. We had a new house that was built when I was little. We would do a lot of things in the house when it was done. My cousins would come over to play, we would play in the basement. Playing "Hide and Seek", playing in the dark. Before my sister Cecelia had friends, my mother said that she would be in the basement, talking to herself and laughing. My mom was thinking that I was down there. But when it was lunch time, she would come up alone. This is when we were just little girls. And I came in from outside along with my brother Tim.
My sister said that she was playing with a angel in the basement. But the more she was playing with us outside, the more the angel become evil. Mad because my sister was making friends with others. And when my sister decided to go down and see the angel, the thing she was looking at was nothing like the angel. It had red eyes, and a scary voice, and it was in the dark. She tried to explain to him that she was outside with us but the more she tried to talk to him, the more he was mad. He tried to attack her but she ran up.
Nowadays when we try to go to sleep, you can hear someone coming up the stairs and going down them too. And every time we go down to wash clothes, we have a weird feeling. Once my mother tried to wash clothes, she saw something in the corner of the basement and she ran up. We decided to move.
After that my sister didn't talk to herself anymore. Now every time we go and see the house, we have a feeling that we're not welcome. My cousin and her mother moved in so we ask them if they hear anything at night but they say... "No we don't but once in a well we hear footsteps. But that it"
Now we don't even go down there anymore.
That's my story, thanks For Listening