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Not Again...
I would like to share with you a very weird occurence and it actually happened at my fathers house. Yesterday evening to be exact. It started out with my dad asking me to take the dog out really quick while he got ready to go to his friends house to play his usual game of cards.
I got Jake and proceeded to go to the back door of the house. To get to the back door, you have to open another door from the kitchen and go down some steps that lead to the back door, but then also lead to another set of stairs to the basement. I took him out, hooked him up to the chain and waited by the screen door because it was starting to rain hard and I didnt want to leave him out too long. I was waiting, tapping my foot, and I yelled at him because he was barking really loud, and my dad doesnt like when he does that, and then i heard footsteps down in the basement.
I thought that maybe it was my dad because he could have gone down to the basement when i was outside hooking jake up to the chain and I wouldnt have even seen him go. Not through the darkening sky and the rain. So I thought nothing of it but then i heard it again, and it sounded like feet were scraping against the concrete. Heavy feet, like boot clad feet. So I sort of leaned down and looked down the old wooden stairs into the basement and they stopped, so i slowly turned back to watch jake, and they started again. I switched on the light by the staircase and looked down again and again it stopped.
I began to think that it wasnt my dad. I didnt call out or anything. Instead, I walked from the small platform, up the few steps that led through the door into the kitchen, opened the door and looked around it and saw my dad getting his cigarettes and then putting his coat on to leave. I was quite surprised at this, and I felt somewhat uneasy about the whole thing. I was all that shocked, because most of you know the history of my father's house, and it does tend to be haunted. This is where I had my first encounter with Dan.
I walked back down to the platform, the dog forgotten at the moment, and looked back at the basement. I heard shuffling again like footsteps. It wasnt an animal. I know the difference between paws and heavy boots. I didnt need any more time to think about it...I ran upstairs, not to run away but to grab my camera I told my dad there was something downstairs, and sat on the third step of the basement staircase, taking pics. I dont know if i caught anything, but the LCD panel showed me some orbs. I have to upload the pictures yet and see.
The footsteps stopped and I went downstairs, feeling very brave an confident, and I just felt like someone was watching me. But it didnt feel like Dan. I know what his presence feels like by now. So I went back upstairs and sat at the table (my dad was gone) and I called for Dan. Literally called out for him. I felt a little better, like he was with me (even though he didnt physically show me he was), but that wasnt him downstairs.
It was exactly like the creepy feeling I used to get when I lived here and slept upstairs. Upstairs, there are three rooms, and I slept in the right room when I occupied the household. There were no doors on the rooms. They werent there when my dad bought the place. He is a very good self employeed handyman, and he bought the house to renovate it. He goes room to room fixing it up completely, but he hasnt started the upstairs yet. I was fine with it because he put a door to the staircase that leads up to the rooms. Anyway, from the position of my bed, I could clearly see the attic door. The door wasnt in the ceiling or the floor. It was against the far wall directly across from my room. I hated sleeping at night because I felt scared, panicky, and couldnt take my eyes from that door. I used to force my cat to sleep on my bed with me ALL night because I was terrified. I dont get scared easily but this door and this upstairs brought me genuine fear.
The odd thing was, I was ALWAYS up there. Despite the fact I felt like I was having anxiety attacks every time I looked at that door, I was constantly upstairs. When I moved, I had no problem leaving that behind. And since then, over a year ago, I have NOT been up there. I wont go up there either. I know the presence I felt upstairs was not friendly, even if I never did see anything.
In the basement, it brought all those old feelings back. I think it was the same entity. Im not sure. But I did get pictures. So that will help. Greg thinks that Dan protects me and shields me away from most of the things that I really could be witnessing. Its funny because at first Dan didnt like me either and was fully content with making my life hell.
This is what Greg said about it when I told him about the footsteps in the basement: "and the walking heavy thing doesn't sit well with me.....in my unprofesional opinion, it's not good.........it's like the ghost was walking loud and uncaringly....and that it would most likely be a disturbed spirit because of it's uncaring nature... like it would be unpredictable"
Ill keep you updated with the photographs and let you know what turns up.
-Sam
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