My boyfriend and I decided to move into his family's old house on the Lummi reservation. When we arrived, his uncle led us down to the basement that had been converted into a bedroom. In the far corner were a wood burning stove, a mattress and a dresser. There was no door only a sheet that divided the room from the steep staircase and laundry room.
No matter how much wood I would place in that stove the corner where the bed was always was ice cold, while the rest of the room was unbearably hot. On the ceiling was an exposed heating duct that ran the length of the room, on it hung a hand drum and a hanger. My boyfriend left me to run errands and since I didn't know the family so well, I decided to just stay downstairs.
The drum and hanger began to sway. I went upstairs to see who was stomping on the floor so loud, at the top of the stairs I saw the house was empty. I got midway down the staircase and something pinched the sheet and pulled it out, towards me. I could see where something's fingers held the sheet. I ran screaming up the stairs.
Later I found out that that very room of the basement was the scene of a murder, of a young Lummi women occurred in the early 1970s. No one was ever prosecuted.