There is Something in the Basement

Sean's family may have unlocked the paranormal presence inside their property coming from the basement
that wants to make itself known. As you'll soon find out, things only
get worse from there. My name is Edwin. Here it's the true scary
story. When I was about nine years old, my mom got remarried and
my stepdad and my mother decided to go and buy a new house. And
they got this really good deal in this fixer upper farmhouse that was right on
the edge of a small town in Pennsylvania, and it was like a lot
of There was a huge garage that was being rented out and had a bunch
of vintage cars in it, which was really cool. And the house was
like a three bedroom, two bathroom, just really nice, large farmhouse that
just kind of needed some work. There wasn't a whole lot initially that seemed
weird about it, you know. I was just excited to finally have my
own room because I had been sharing a room with my baby brother up until
then. But when you entered the house, you came in through the kitchen
and then to your right you had the living room, and there was this
very old looking like solid wood door that led to the basement, and like
just from the first day, I had this weird inkling of like, yeah,
I'm not going down there. My mother decided that the best place to
put me was the one bedroom that was on the first floor that happened to
be right on the same wall as the basement door. I tried not to
let it bother me. I just kind of tried to get used to the
whole living situation. We had this really nice maple tree outside that had a
tire swing, and it was a really nice place. And then things started
kind of getting weird. After about the first week of being there. I
personally hadn't gone into the basement. Only my stepfather had gone into the basement
to use it for storage, and there was one point where he needed help
getting some stuff down there. My mom had back problems, so it kind
of landed on me to help with that kind of stuff. So I was
bringing some boxes down into the basement with him, and the first thing that
hit me when I went down there was just this really weird, like sour
smell that came from the basement, and I guess I figured, oh,
that's probably normal because you're underground, and maybe it's just smell of mold or
something, but it was just like really overwhelming and it made it very hard
to kind of even focus on what else was going on down there. So
as I was putting boxes down, my stepdad pointed out that there was a
door in the back of the base. It was just like a solid white
painted door and there was a lock on it, so we had no idea
what was in there. He was like, I think that that is the
door to the stairs that go out to the yard, which made sense.
So he, being a handyman, took one of his hammers and decided to
go over and he broke the lock off of the door. Well, when
you opened the door, it was actually like this strange kind of like a
coat closet sized room with just a solid rock wall with a large hole in
it, like just the size for like a kid to be able to crawl
into, and you couldn't see it was just pitch black and you couldn't see
into it. It kind of like went in a little bit and then like
dipped down. I was like, what is that? Why is there just
like a hole in the side of the house, And my stepdad, being
the joker that he was, was like Oh, you know, why don't
you go in and see what's in there? Absolutely not, absolutely not going
in there. So that was enough for me. I was like, I'm
getting out of here. I don't I'm not messing with this one. Like
the moment that we found that whole things just started getting really really weird in
the house. So it started with noises. I would hear footsteps going up
and down the stairs at night, but most of the time it was happening
when like I was the only one in the house or really late at night,
and the bathroom was upstairs, so there was really no reason for anybody
that was upstairs to have to be going on the stairs. Then there were
situations where the basement door would open by itself, and this happened all the
time. My stepdad kept saying, Oh, it's a breeze. Oh,
it's a breeze, and my mind was like, how could there be a
breeze in a basement with no windows. You would be sitting on the couch
watching TV knowing that that door is latched and it would just slowly creak open
while you're sitting there, And you know, I hadn't been a kid that
was like scared of much like I didn't really mind horror or anything, but
for some reason that door. It was like something is wrong here. And
my parents would make fun of me a lot for it. They were like,
Oh, it's just an old house, you know, this happens.
And I'm like, We've lived in a lot of old houses and this has
never happened before. I mentioned earlier there was a garage that was on our
property that had a bunch of vintage cars in it. Well, that person
was still renting the garage from us for his vintage cars, and we never
went in there. It was all locked up. We really didn't have access
to it. One night, we noticed that the lights had turned on in
the garage and the guy had not told us he was coming by. There
was no cars in the driveway to show that there was anybody there. And
I was looking up at the windows because it was a garage that had a
second floor that had kind of like an office space in it, and I
swear I saw somebody. I just saw a shadow of someone walk by one
of the windows and I was like, Tom, who's my stepdad. I
was like that, I think somebody broke into the into the car garage,
like there's someone in there. So my stepdad decides to go and take a
look. The door is unlocked, so we figured maybe the guy had come
by and forgot to lock it, and maybe someone got in. We weren't
really sure. So he goes in to take a look around, and it's
quiet for a few minutes, and next thing you know, my stepdad comes
running out and he goes call the cops. There's someone in there. So
my mom's frantic. She's calling the police. You know, we're watching the
garage trying to make sure that this, whoever this person is that was in
there, doesn't get out. He described her as a woman. She was
laughing and just apparently hiding behind one of the cars, and he was too
afraid to go up and approach her because we were pretty sure this whoever this
woman was, was probably not in her right mind. The police show up.
We had been watching that door like a hawk to make sure that this
whoever this was, didn't get out. The police show up, they go
in, they do their search, guns out, and they come out and
they're like, is this a joke. We're like, what do you mean?
My mom's like, there's someone in there. Like the lights were on
the door was unlocked, Like my husband saw someone in there, He's like,
there's no one in there. We didn't see. There was no signs
of a break in. There's nobody here. So we're all like, okay,
so are we all just crazy? So the cops just kind of like
blew us off at that point, and they were like, don't call unless
you got some evidence that somebody's been breaking in, because you know, you
guys are out of the way. This isn't this isn't funny, and we
kind of tried to just let it go. No one came in or out
of that property in the time between my stepdad going in and the police getting
there, and like to this day, I don't know what that was about.
I decided to explore the property at one point, and at this particular
time, my mother had just bought me a new bunny that we had like
this really nice setup for in the backyard. And while I was exploring the
property, I found like, way in the back a pet cemetery. It
was just this little walkway when you went into the woods a little bit and
it came out and there was probably about twelve or thirteen little like tombstones and
they had names of pets like Sparkles and Fuzzy, And I told my mom
and she didn't believe me, and she just refused outwardly to even like give
me the time of day to come and look, there's just a pet cemetery
on our property. Cool and we would often see like pets that would be
along the tree line, which was like where the pet cemetery was, and
whenever I would like try to approach them, you know, they would run
and there would be no sight of them. Again, I genuinely that some
of those pets didn't make it off the property after they passed away. There
was this one night that my stepdad was mowing the lawn and he actually almost
ran over a little nest of bunnies. Thankfully he saw them before he did,
so we ended up bringing these like ten little bunnies over and putting them
in the hutch with my other bunny, and everything was fine, you know,
we were feeding them and stuff because we were trying to see if we
could find the mom, and the mom never came back. But there was
one day where all of a sudden, they all just got sick, like
at the same time, all of them and my stepdad was like, oh,
you know, it was probably the wild bunnies gave everybody something. But
then like the next day they would suddenly seem fine and then sick, and
then fine and then sick and then fine. And it was just really odd
because we would take them to the vet and they were like, we can't
find anything wrong with them, like, and then one day we woke up
and they were all all of them were dead. When we bought my initial
bunny, like perfectly healthy, you know, we got them all of his
vaccination, like, there was nothing that indicated there was anything wrong with him
or the baby bunnies. So I was like, well, we got a
pet cemetery back there, and finally my mom follows me back to the pet
cemetery. We decided to bury the bunnies there, and again it was like
that thing of After that, I swear I was seeing my bunny because my
bunny was snow like a snow white lop eared rabbit, and I would see
this snow white, lop eared rabbit on the tree line. I'm like,
dude, that's my rabbit, Like what is going on? After that whole
thing, my parents decided to get a dog because they were still like freaked
out about the whole thing that happened with the garage, and they were like,
we need something to kind of like just alert us if anyone but he's
on the property. So we ended up with our labrador Daisy, and trust
me, she let you know when something was there, like she barked at
everything. One night, my parents decided to go on a date night and
they left me at home with my baby brother and my cousin to babysit us.
We were just sitting in the living room watching TV. Everything kind of
seemed fine, and then, of course, the basement door opens. And
at this point I had been having these dreams where I was going into the
basement and crawling into that hole and finding myself in this pit with other kids
that I couldn't see their faces and there was no way out, and it
was really kind of making things hard for me because I wasn't sleeping well,
and again parents didn't believe me. They were like, oh, you're just
scaring yourself. So when the door opened, I got freaked out immediately and
I was like I want to go, oh, and my cousin's like we
can't go, like we need to stay here. Your parents aren't here.
All of a sudden, she goes to close the door and we hear a
loud bang on the front door. The dog starts going crazy. So my
cousin's like, who's here. It's like, how would I know, Like,
I'm nine years old, I'm just hanging out. I don't know who's
here. So she goes over looks at the door. There's no one there.
She comes back, she's like, Okay, it's probably the wind.
A few minutes later, bang bang bang, And this time my cousin doesn't
get up because she assumes that it's something hitting the door or something. But
then we hear this low guttural like ah, and all three of us get
up. My cousin rushed us into the bedroom, closed the door and locked
it, and me and my little brother went and hit underneath my bed.
I remember I had like one of those Betty spaghetti dolls when those were a
thing, and I was just clutching it for dear life. And my cousin
gets down and she shuffles underneath the bed with us, and we're all facing
the door under the bed, just just watching. We suddenly just hear crash
and the dog is barking, and suddenly the dog stops barking, and we
hear steps in the house and it's literally just like boots on the wood,
like heavy boots, and we're all silent, like I was holding my breath,
and we see this shadow come out from underneath the door of a person,
and it's like, that's it. We're dead. Someone is broken into
the house. We are going to die. Well, my cousin decides to
be the brave one. She gets up, grabs a whiffle bat that I
have in the room, and swings the door open, ready to attack,
and there's no one there. So she's looking around. She checked upstairs,
She's like, Okay, there's no there's no one here. You guys come
out. We walked out and found that every single door in the house,
including the front door, were all swung open. The dog was outside in
the yard, so somehow the dog had gotten out. The basement door was
swung open, and you just hear this like ha coming from the basement.
And I'm in tears at this point because there was definitely someone in our house.
But again, there was no signs that the lock wasn't broken on the
front door. There was no signs of any type of breaking whatsoever. You
know, we heard these heavy boots on the floor. You would assume there
was like some mud or something because it had been raining, but there's nothing.
So my cousin goes out to get the dog, and the dog was
just refusing to come inside. She was whining and pulling back and just did
not want to come in the house. And again we told my parents,
like this happened, and they didn't believe me until my cousin and was like,
no, this really happened. Like I don't know if somebody was trying
to get in here or not, but like this, this place isn't safe.
So shortly after that, my parents decided that we were gonna move.
So I don't know if they started seeing things or you know, the constant
stuff coming from us made them decide to leave. But I was more than
relieved to get out of that house. And to be honest with you,
since I lived in that house, I've had other situations where I've felt like
there was a presence following me, and I don't know if it was following
me or my mother, because once my mother just passed away about a year
ago, and since she passed away. I haven't had any type of situations
anymore, so I don't know if something followed her into that house or followed
us out, but I genuinely think that there was there was something evil in
that house, and it stuck to us for a while. During some parts
of like living there, my mom was kind of showing weird signs of like
not being herself. Like in particular, I just remembered there was this time
where I wanted her to play hide and seek with me, and she had
been acting a little weird that day and she was like, yeah, yeah,
yeah, we'll play. So she told me to hide, and me,
being the stupid child that I was, decided to hide in the dryer.
But I left the door slightly cracked so that I could, you know,
get out and breathe. And I remember being all excited and I saw
my mom coming and I was planning to try to scare her, and she
walks over and slams the dryer shut and proceeded to either I don't know if
it was her standing in front of it or she blocked it, but I
could not get the dryer door open, and like five minutes later, as
I'm crying screaming for help. She opens it and she's like, oh,
what are you doing in there? How'd you get in there? And I
was just like you you put me what? And like there was just a
couple of times where that would happen, where she would just kind of like
be somewhere else and do these really weird, like haunting things. My mother
and my stepdad actually ended up getting separated and we went to stay in a
house that his parents were renting out and they allowed us to go live there,
and at this point my aunt and her daughter had moved in with us
as well, and there was just a couple of times while we were there
again having this eerie basement, and now thinking back, that basement also randomly
opened all the time by itself, and I actually we had a dog named
Chee Chee that would constantly just look at the at the door of the basement
and growl, and we could never figure out why she would. She would
literally be like her her anytime that she would like pass the basement door,
and my aunt was like very into ghosts and paranormal stuff, and she would
constantly take pictures over there and be like, look at all these orbs.
There's ghosts in here, like look at the orbs in the picture. And
I was kind of like, oh, come on, this isn't real,
and I didn't take her seriously, but we had a couple of instances there
as well with just weird things happening. This storm going on one night and
my mother and my aunt were having an argument. Me and my cousin were
upstairs playing a video game on our computers and they were really raising their voices,
like really getting nasty with each other, and all of a sudden,
all the lights went off, but only in the rooms where anyone was,
so like my bedroom where me and my cousin were, and the living room
where my mother and my aunt were, and then the bedroom that my brother
and sister were in all went off, but the kitchen light was still on,
the basement light was still on, the dining room light was still on,
and we were like how because they were all on the same circuit.
So it was just like, that's this isn't possible. How is this happening
right now? So I wasn't really paying attention to that aspect because I was
upset because my video game just shut off. So me and my cousin run
down the stairs and we're like, what the heck are you guys doing,
Like you just mess up our video game, and you know, we're freaking
out, and all of a sudden, you know, all the lights go
out, and we're like, okay, it's probably the storm. So me
and my cousin decide to you know, wait it out with my mother and
my aunt. Finally the lights come back on, so we start walking up
the stairs to go back up into the bedroom. And I'm not even kidding
when I say I took one step into that room, all the lights in
the room went off again. So I'm screaming because I'm easily scared. My
cousin's laughing at me, but I'm screaming, and my stereo turns on.
Nothing else in the room but my stereo turns on and it starts blasting like
I can only remember it being like like death metal. It was just like
really loud, like ah kind of sound. So I run over and unplug
the cereo, and for a good ten seconds after that, it was still
making that sound before it finally turned off. And to this day, like
I keep thinking back, like how did it do that? Because it wasn't
plugged in and it was still lit up and screaming at me. Honestly,
like, I can't help but think that it was some type of malicious ghost
or maybe even you know, something even more evil than that, just because
whatever it was, it wanted to see us scared, and it did it
a lot, and to the point where, you know, by the end
of my mother's life, like she was on the brink of insanity, and
like, I'm not even saying that to be a jokelie. She would tell
me about things that she would see and hear. You know, I'm twenty
six now, so I haven't lived with her in quite a few years,
but I didn't really take her seriously because I was like, you know,
there's no way this stuff is happening. And she'd be like, I hear
voices like I I've seen my mother like, you know, just crazy stuff,
and she was never like that prior to living in that first house.
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