The Basement

From: Lauren (kiwi2rock@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location:  North Carolina
Source: Form Submission

When I was around twelve years of age I believe I had an encounter with an entity. I wasn't sure then, but now I think that I just might have.

It was Sunday morning and I was in the bathroom getting read for church, running late as usual I grabbed what I needed and headed into my room (it was the last one down the hall from the living room) and closed the door. As I stood in front of the mirror I heard a sudden bang. It was a like a hammer slamming threw a wooden wall, I jerked open the door and ran down the hall. At the time I thought one of are cats had knocked something down from a shelf, but when I entered the living room nothing was there.

Instead I was met with a wide open basement door. There was a security chain that fastened to lock it; it was ripped from the door and half-way across the room. The bolt was used to hold the piece to the door was also wrenched away. I was the only person in the house at the time this occurred and can think of no reason for the door to so violently open in the way it did. The wind was not blowing, I WAS alone, and a cat certainly cannot open a door in this way. Soon after I relayed my experience to my mother, she told me that the house had been owned pervious to us. A fire had destroyed the basement, killing a man that had been down in his workshop. To my knowledge nothing else has happened in that house, I no longer live there but visit my grandparents who still do.

Never have I been able to come up with any explanation to what happened.