This is a story that occurred in the summer of 2006.
It was a very hard summer for my parents and me. We just lost the house I have lived since I was two to foreclosure, and we were getting ready to move into my uncle's house-he was already moving his family into a house he just built and we were going to live at his old house.
Well those plans went south when we got a call from him saying he has to sell the house to some one else offering more money than we could afford. So we were desperately looking around for a home to live in when we got a call from a friend of our family who is a realtor saying that they had a house listed for $90,000. Which was 10, 000 less than what we could afford; it had 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, huge kitchen. We though it was the greatest deal until we went to inspect it. The gutter was falling to the ground, there really was no yard, and there was asbestos siding.
This is where the paranormal stuff comes in. I was only 12 or 13 at the time and I already had past experienced with paranormal activity (note how I do not call it ghosts) normal kids are afraid of ghosts, me I was trying to find them.
My mom was upstairs looking at the bedrooms; my dad was hammering the details out with the realtor planning to purchase the house. I went into the basement fascinated to find a room that looked out of place so I walked into it and found a trap door looking thing; I open it to find a huge open hole in the ground. As soon as I close that I hear a whisper thinking I was just listening to the voices of my father and the realtor thought the vents. I hear a firm "get out, you shouldn't be here..." I look around in the dark basement to find no one thinking that it was just my conscience I kept looking around I got that "someone is watching you" feeling so I look around some more looking for something that could be giving off high Electromagnetic effects- there was nothing.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and herd again "get out!" and went to swat what ever was grabbing me. And found cold air. I RAN!
When I got upstairs in the light (mind you all of that was in the dark with nothing but a flashlight), I approached my dad and I looked out the window where they were standing and saw a grave stone in the backyard. So I said "dad we have to go I do not feel good at all..."
He told me to wait and I had to stop him from making the mistake of buying the house so I when into the other room and tied to force myself to throw up. I walked back into the kitchen area where they were talking and threw up. We then left.
After telling my dad why I did that he understood that I could never live there.
We found a home to rent until we could purchase a home. This home was just under the house my uncle just built and it was a shoe box compared to the mansion he built so as a family joke we named our home the carriage house. We then one year later found our current home which is no more than 100 feet form a lake, with great neighbors that are only there on weekends, so they let me fish off their docks, and here is the kick of it. We live 300 ft away from the paranormally active house
I am now piecing together what that occurrence could have been in that basement.
The area I live in was once around a stop of the Underground Railroad in the time of slavery. From what I understand this area was a strictly anti-negro.
I think that house was a refuge to those poor slaves. That hole I opened must have been used to store the slaves, the grave stone out back must have been the home owner at the time, and was protecting those slave, telling me I am not supposed to be there. A residual haunting? I do in fact remember a feeling of being scared as soon as I opened the trap door.