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Witness: Michelle
Location: Eau Claire, Wisconsin
Date of Encounter: May 1, 2005

Every time I go visit my grandfather in Wisconsin, I always take a peek in his basement. Now I wasn't a big fan of dark places and creaky steps, but I just turned 13 and I wasn't going to let little basements scare me. So when my family and I arrived at Grandpa Hank's house I headed right for the basement. Since the house was very old, one of the basement lights didn't work. I played with the switch until I knew the light wasn't going to work. So I started down the steps. My heart was in my throat as I got to the bottom of the steps I heard something. It was like a moaning or something and it was ringing in my ears. The basement was super cold but my grandpa always kept the heater on all of the time. I felt like something was wrapping around me. At first I thought it was just me, but when I tried to move, I couldn't — it was weird. I tried to run back up the steps but I froze. It was like somebody was tying me up and gluing me to the wall. I tried to yell for my mom, but I couldn't say anything. Then I saw something white in the corner of my eye and knew at once I was starting to see things. I turned to see what it was and saw a girl, she was moaning and screaming. I yelled for help, but what came out of my mouth was nothing. The girl came closer and closer to me. I tried moving but I just fell to the floor. My legs felt like jelly and I could hear the girl moaning even louder then before. It was like she was saying, "Leave… leave…" But at that point I was only thinking of getting up and running. Finally I struggled up the stairs, but no matter how fast I was running it was like somebody was pulling me down by my t-shirt. My hands were shaking as I opened the door and ran to my mom. After a while I calmed down. 

That night I couldn't sleep. I could almost hear the girl moaning, groaning, and screaming, "Leave… leave… leave." I ended up sleeping in my parent's room. I stayed four weeks there at my grandpa's house and still couldn't get that girl out of my head. Next year when I go visit my grandpa I'm going down to the basement again. I know I'll never forget that girl, what she looked like, and her voice telling me to leave.

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