A few years ago, my family and I lived in a small town called Windsor, Missouri. It was an old town with really old spooky houses. My home was not one of the spooky looking ones. It was actually quite cute with a sunshine yellow color. This house had a nice aura from the outside, but what lurked inside was a completely different story.
When I walked into the house for the first time I felt a sense of fear and dread. The house had a finished basement which became our family den area. I didn't like this basement. My bedroom happened to be right across the hall from the basement door. I was about 12 at the time and I had doorway beads hanging on my door. The first night I had a scary experience was about a week after moving in.
I was lying in bed trying to sleep when I suddenly heard a faint groan coming from somewhere in the house. A few seconds later I heard faint footsteps at the bottom of the basement stairs. Needless to say, the footsteps got louder as whatever it was came up the stairway. I snuggled into my covers and watched my door. I heard one last footstep as they reached the top and then shuffling was heard (the carpet upstairs was fluffier). I stared in horror as my doorway beads began to sway and clatter, with NO NOISE, impossible. I was on the verge of tears when suddenly, the beads stopped straight, also impossible. I felt a presence in the room with me which was not a pleasant one. I heard a faint whisper and then the beads moved again and the footsteps descended down the stairs. That was not the only experience I had either.
I shall share them in other stories!