October 23, 2009
The Basement CrashRate this encounter: Barb W. - Milwaukee, Wisconsin - March 2002
My daughter had just passed away. She was only 31 years old. She had a grand mall seizure so it was sudden. After the funeral, I took some of the cut flowers and used twine to hold them together. I then hung them from a pipe in the basement to let them dry. A few days later I was in the basement doing laundry when I got a really uneasy feeling, and it was getting worse. It got so bad that I started to feel that someone was in the room with me, but I was also too scared to turn around and look.
I then turned to my right as slow as I could to walk toward the stairs. I never moved my head... like I said, I was scared to death. I knew someone was there. I started up the stairs very slowly (I was afraid that if I moved too fast, it would grab, hurt, touch, or do something to me). When I got to the top and turned the corner, the feeling left. But about five seconds later, there was a horrible crash that came from the basement. I had a wall of shelves holding canning jars, glassware, knick knacks, etc. It sounded as if this whole wall just fell down. The noise was horrible. That was it. I packed a few things and got the hell out of there and went to a friend's house.
After four days I went back with my friend. We waited a little while because we were both apprehensive, but then we went into the basement. I expected to see a disaster on the floor. But there wasn't. To my amazement, the only thing on the floor were my daughter's funeral flowers. Fluffy, dried up flowers that couldn't have been heard falling if you stood right next to it. I also know that it would have been impossible for them to just fall because of the way I tied them up there. I've been trying to contact people who know about this stuff but hit a dead end because they all want money to answer my questions about this. When a close person dies, it's natural that you would feel and hope that if possible, they will send you a sign. In this case, I don't think this event was my daughter's doing. She would not have scared me like that. That presence was one of evil. It felt evil. That's why I got so scared. Did I open myself up to something?
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