Basement Visitor
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Krissy, Shelton, Connecticut, 1996 - 1998
krsiy@hotmail.com
During the two years I lived with my boyfriend in the house he grew up
in, I'd hear things. His father had built the house and died in it. The
house's cellar had a small apartment on one side, the other side was the
basement. At night I would sometimes be woken up by the sound of a door
slamming. But none of the doors in that house could make that loud noise
by slamming them -- I tried many times -- and no one else in the house
ever hear it.
Then one time -- I'll never forget this -- I was home alone watching TV in
the cellar apartment. I heard someone come in the side door upstairs,
walk down the hallway, and run down the cellar stairs. I thought it was
my boyfriend, and when nobody came in the apartment I went out to the
cellar part to see who it was. I thought he was out there, but the house
was still empty. It really freaked me out. I told my boyfriend what
happened and he thought I was nuts but I know it happened.
