Whenever I visited my grandmother I'd watch TV in the basement, I'd always have this weird feeling of being watched, I always felt sad whenever I went down there.
Here is my story.
It was New Years and my family and I were sleeping over at my grandmother's house. My younger brother and I were unlucky and had to sleep in the basement. I was asleep for maybe 5 hours when I had to use the bathroom. There is one in the basement you go through a door which leads to the furnace room, laundry room and bathroom. There is only one way to get into the room which was the door I was now walking to. I pushed on the door and confusingly enough it wouldn't open, I pushed harder and it inched open a bit, I flicked the light on and through the crack in the door I saw my grandmother's 50 pound desk was pushed in front of it!
I was hysterical, when my mom got home from her brother's house I told her what happened and she said "maybe the furnace vibrations moved it" my uncle said "maybe it was the cat". I didn't believe any of them. There was no other way to get into that room. Then my grandmother said "It's probably Sadie visiting". I believed her.
Sadie was her best friend who died about 2 or 3 years ago. Even 2 years after that night, I'm still freaked out about going into the basement, and when I do go down there I still get the creepy feelings.