This is a story that happened when I was seven years old (maybe younger). It is not a scary story but it is something that makes me think. I was very young then but I remember what happened. But I still want to know what you think. Was this my imagination or was this an entity?
I lived in a town house with my sister, brother and my mom and dad. It was a great place to live. We spent a lot of great times in that house. This complex wasn't really that old it was built in the 1970s so it was maybe 20 years old or so. Hauntings? Well I had not heard of any. To be honest with you all, I don't think I actually knew what a ghost was. I knew what a witch was because my brother and sister always scared me with the witch if behaviour was bad. Being such a young boy that's the way I usually acted.
Back to the story, I remember that my brother married his wife. She moved in and it got a little crowded. So my father decided that my brother and his wife should move down to the basement. My brother thought it was a great idea and soon he moved in with his wife. You had to walk down the stairs and when you reached the bottom, there was a closet in front of you. So you had to turn left and walk down the hall and you would be in my brother's room. I think the description of the place is bad but it's the best I could do. Sorry
I was watching TV one day and got a little bored. So I decided I would go downstairs to my brother's room. I really don't remember why I wanted to go there, I guess out of boredom. As I was walking down the stairs not thinking about anything I saw something. As I was walking I looked up and it seemed to me like I saw a dark shadow. But it wasn't a shadow it was something darker. It had to be darker since in the basement, it usually is dark.
I was looking at him for maybe two seconds. He stood by the white wardrobe. I could see the outline of him perfectly since he was standing by the white wardrobe... I was staring at him but I wasn't scared. I was a little shocked by what I was seeing but I wasn't sure if this was my mind playing tricks on me. I was looking at him for maybe two seconds and this shadow person turns his head towards me. I could see his head move in my direction. When the shadow noticed me, it ran towards my brother's room out of my eye sight. When it ran I was so scared I bolted up the stairs to my room. I don't think I have ever run that fast since.
I didn't go down those stairs for a couple of weeks. I was scared. I never told this story to anybody only to my sister maybe two months ago. She said she did feel weird downstairs but she said it's always weird down there. I guess she is right. I never knew what I saw. I believe it was a shadow person. But still I'm not sure. Was this a spirit or a child's imagination? You decide