My last home, was an older character styled home. I was really excited to move in, as I love the quaint look and feel of the older styled homes.
The first day we were into the home, after everything had been moved in, friends came by to help with sorting and putting things away. We were all sitting at the kitchenette table, where to the left of it was the long hallway down past the bathroom, past the door that led to the basement to the backdoor.
My friend who was sitting closest to the hallway kept glancing down the hallway, looking quite disturbed. Suddenly she said, there is someone in the basement, a man, I just saw him at the top of the stairs. I laughed, so did everyone else, but she was serious. And seriously creeped out.
The basement was more or less unfinished still, and was basically a storage area, with a laundry area. There was no way to get into that basement other than coming in through the backdoor and then go down the stairs through the door at the top. So, I know, there was no one down there, nor any chance of someone sneaking in to pull a trick. Basically when she said this, I just thought silly friend, and promptly forgot about it.
Several days after moving in, late in the night, I was awakened to screams coming from the basement, my daughter at the same time came running into my room freaked right out, because she had heard screams as well. I pretended not to have heard a thing and just comforted her, telling her that it was a bad dream. I do know though what I heard, and it was directly below our rooms coming from the basement. No imagination made that happen.
Another night, I was having an insomnia moment, and couldnt sleep, but was laying in my bed when I heard banging coming from the kitchen. I thought to myself, what the heck is my girly doing up so late, so I got up to scoot her back off to bed. There was no one up nor awake, both her and her cat were sound asleep behind her closed door, so there was nothing alive and awake in my home to make the loud banging noises I heard.
I thought geesh.. calmly spoke to the room saying.. look.. I have to sleep here, so stop it, then went back to my room. I refuse to be afraid of unseen things, as I grew up with it, and decided long ago that I wouldnt allow anything to scare me, even if I couldnt see it. I am not schizo either.. smile.
My daughters friends did not visit often in this home, as they always did before, some of them had practicaly lived with us before, so it was odd for them not to be over. They had my daughter over to there home more often telling her that they were afraid of that basement, and got creeped out just walking past the door. It was clearly visible looking at them that they were afraid.
So, although some will say.. woweee.. great imagination.. I do know what I experienced did happen, and I heard what I heard.
This is the funniest part about the whole situation, after this happened, my daughter was convinced it was an old antique king james bible that I owned that was the cause of our problems. I had picked it up many years before at an estate sale, because it was such a great looking book, a teachers edition with alot of other cool and interesting stuff in it and very old. She said it was posessed, and tried to throw it out on me several times. I had to keep retrieving it from the garbage, or off the back portch where she had put it. I kept telling her though, Ive had that old book long before you were born, so its unlikely to start causing problems now.