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JamesBugman · 56-60, T
When I was a kid, I was sure our house was haunted. I could hear scary sounds all night long, like thumping. I was sure someone was walking down the hallway a few times. One of my brothers had died at an early age in a motorcycle accident.
One day in the middle of the night I heard the footsteps again, I got out of bed and opened the door, there was nothing there of course, so I walked down the hallway and around the corner to the top of the basement stairs. The house was completely black, and I went down those stairs slowly, waiting for something to grab my feet from underneath. My heart was pounding and I was terrified, but I kept going, down into the basement, feeling my way around the corner where the outside door was, and into the deep dusty black cellar that I knew was full of huge spiders. I got all the way to the end, waited a few minutes trying to see or feel something, and nothing happened so I turned around and went back to my room. Rather quickly as it felt like something was following me, but of course it was all in my head.
One day in the middle of the night I heard the footsteps again, I got out of bed and opened the door, there was nothing there of course, so I walked down the hallway and around the corner to the top of the basement stairs. The house was completely black, and I went down those stairs slowly, waiting for something to grab my feet from underneath. My heart was pounding and I was terrified, but I kept going, down into the basement, feeling my way around the corner where the outside door was, and into the deep dusty black cellar that I knew was full of huge spiders. I got all the way to the end, waited a few minutes trying to see or feel something, and nothing happened so I turned around and went back to my room. Rather quickly as it felt like something was following me, but of course it was all in my head.