I was about 4 years old when this particular incident occurred. My brother and my cousin were chasing me around my grandmother's house. I don't remember exactly how but they caught me and pushed me in the basement and turned out the light. I couldn't reach the light switch, and there was just enough light from a small window to illuminate the front section of the basement. My grand mom also had a clothes line where she had some sheets hanging up. I was at the top of the stairs banging on the door. I could hear them laughing on the other side. I just so happen to look over my shoulder at bottom of the step, and I saw something staring up at me.
It had a human form but it looked like a shadow. It was to dark to make out its features. So I turned my body completely around to get a better look. For a second it didn't move then it dashed behind one of the hanging sheets.
Now any normal kid (or person for that matter) would have run off scared. Instead I walked down the steps to investigate. I pulled the sheet back and, nothing but an old cement wall. That's when the fear struck me because there was no where for to go. It just disappeared into thin air.
My brother cracked the door open to see what I was doing, and I came running up the stairs. He tried to lock me back in but I was to fast this time. I didn't want to be down there with that thing. I really never told anybody about that thing I saw in basement all but two people. But unfortunately they both died a few years back. I doubt the shadow figure I told them about had anything to do with it. Since I've only seen it that one time.