The Basement

February 19, 2010 by guest

This happened when I was little- not once, but a couple of times. It's your choice whether you want to believe it or not, but here is my story.

I am a sixteen-year-old girl now- a Junior in high school, and I distinctively remember this as if it happened yesterday. I was five-years-old or maybe younger, and my family and I were living in a big, old, brick house at the time with my mom, dad, three cats, two dogs and my baby brother and older sister.

Anyway, we had a large basement that was unfinished and my mom kept the pets down there with our toys, a guest bed and a couch for whenever my family came to spend a week with us over holidays. Sometimes, my sister and brother and I would go downstairs to play with the doll houses we had and whatever other toys we had, and I would always feel a cold rush of wind whenever I entered the basement. I would ask if my sister felt it and she would say no. I didn't think too much of it because I was really little.

Whenever I would set up the doll house with furniture, I would turn away to get some more furniture or dolls and when I came back, the furniture was either in different places or back in the box- but only whatever I set up, not what my sister or brother set up. I thought that whatever was doing this didn't like me, so it scared me, but I didn't say anything. After a few times of this happening, I stopped going down there, but one time my parents asked me to put something down there when I was about six, and I refused, but my parents spanked me so I had no choice. I wanted my sister to come with, but she was too busy with homework.

Once I was down there, I felt that cold gust of wind that greeted me every time I would go down there. The hairs on my body stood up. Then, the doll house just fell. It was on the complete opposite side of the room as me! It couldn't have been the animals, either, because they were all outside, and there was no wind. I quickly put the thing (I don't remember what it was) down on the ground and ran so fast! I felt a scratch on my back as I ran up the stairs, but I didn't say anything to my parents because they would not believe me. LAter on that day, I looked at my back through the mirror and there were three big scratches! It stung so bad that I began to cry and my parents asked what was wrong, and I finally told them and they went downstairs to look, and guess what? The doll house was completely stood up with the furniture all in place!

To this day, I never went back down there. My little brother, older sister, parents and guests still go down and claim that nothing ever happens to them out of the norm and that it's all in my head. Whatever it is doesn't like me, and I have moved on.

by: Lynette Smith