This is an experience I will never forget.
My friend Matt had just bought a house on the other side of town from where I had lived; a few weeks of living there he called me and asked if I would come a visit him at his house. Hearing him say it that way certainly got my attention. Of course I went.
Having experiences all my life he knew he could trust me to tell him if anything strange was going on.
First we walked up the steps to his bedroom and he sat on the bed. He explained that when he retires for the evening he is always woken up by something jumping onto the bed, it feels like a dog that is ready for slumber with its master. But my friend he had no animals, he said it happens every night twice then nothing else happens. Then he led me down to the basement, which was small and did not seem to fit the layout of the house upstairs, it kind of went into a different direction then the home itself. Strange I thought and entered the tiny hallway.
Hearing soft whispers I walked to the last room, he was standing by the stairs still and called to me that he never goes over there, he feels sick when he does. I entered the small room it was dark, in the corner shadows could be seen, when I walked further into the room and turned on the light I saw two small children facing the corner of the room. The walls of the small enclosure had been drawn on with crayons the pictures were faded but you could see they had been there a while. When I knelt down I asked out loud "Are you alright?" They both turned to me at the same time, half of the little girls face was burnt and she was missing an eye on the left side. The boy was smaller then her and he was burnt all over his face most of his hair was gone as well. Not expecting to see them in that condition I yelped and they disappeared, the light went off. Of course I got up quick and almost ran over my friend who was still by the stairs...
After telling him what I had seen he went to find the history on the house. He learned that there was a different house in that location one with a basement. A candle had been knocked over while the parents and children slept, no one made it out. The basement they left for some odd reason and built a larger home over it.
So now when he goes to bed he says goodnight to the children, who he and I think crawl in bed with him for comfort.
Other things that happen in the home is the smell of firewood, giggling, things disappearing and showing up in weird locations, and he still gets two nightly visits. Nothing bad and he says he is okay with that.