When you think of a cellar or an unfinished basement littered with ancient clutter, sprinkled with dirt from the cracks in the walls and spiders that always come out to play. Or the type of unfinished basement where there is absolutely nothing in it at all but a 60-watt bulb hanging from the ceiling with a string dangling from it we think that it must be haunted. Yes, I agree, I wouldn't spend the night in one of those basements by myself, but that isn't the only setting for a haunting. Old houses don't always have the pleasure of being granted access to the paranormal realm as my story proves.
My story begins when my parents had gotten divorced when I was in fifth grade and my mom moved out to a brand new separate condo in a beautifully slick subdivision in my small town. All the houses were models and brand-new; this would make upkeep for my mother easier, making the houses even more wonderful than they were originally.
I can honestly say that we fell in love with the large home quickly, even though it was so cold, and even though there were negative feelings hanging in the air. My mom and my brother decided to look around the outside of the house and I ventured into the basement. To my relief the basement was finished, it was big, and it was beautiful.
I turned on all the lights and sat down, and in my mind I started to imagine what I could turn it into. All of a sudden I heard my name being shouted from upstairs. I thought it was my mom and I thumped up the stairs, leaving the lights on. To my surprise my mom was in the backyard talking to my brother and the realtor.
Being a child my attention span was small and I was preparing to run to the upstairs when I realized that I had left the lights on and left the doors open to the bathroom and the room under the stairs. I went back down to find all the lights off and all the doors closed. I got frightened and ran to go back upstairs when I heard the door slam shut. I ran upstairs crying and outside to my mom begging her not to buy the house. She told me that we really had no choice and she put in an offer.
We got the house, and ever since that day in the basement, I have experienced negative paranormal activity. My friends have even seen apparitions and have heard voices. They would never go down in the basement even though there were couches, a big screen television, and even a foosball table. I find it interesting that only children had noticed these things happening, even my brother who doesn't believe in ghosts or spirits has seen things that he cannot explain. No one would believe me except other kids, my friends, my brother's friends and even a neighborhood kid.
During the time living in that house I have experienced unimaginable nightmares, footsteps thumping up the stairs after me, lights turning on and off, doors opening and shutting on their own, random laughter, apparitions roaming the living room, and even conversations and whispers outside my door.
One of the scariest experiences I have had in the house I share with one of my best friends and she happens to also be a member of this sight, her name is MusicIsLife. One night she had spent the night and we spent the entire time in my room because she was also scared of my house.
We were lying in bed talking when it became freezing. The door opened by itself and we would hear giggling. At this point I had been living in the house for 3 years and had gotten accustomed to these things and I challenged the spirit by shutting the door. It opened again and this time, harder. Each time the door opened up the spirit got more forceful until the door slammed me in the face. I screamed in pain and the door slammed shut. All night the lights would flicker on and off and we would see an apparition of a man standing in different places in my room.
I hope that one day I'll figure out exactly how many spirits are in my house and whether some are protecting me or not. I hope there is at least one good spirit in my home.
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