Basement Vibes

From: Jimmy V (JimmyV@awlon.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Croydon, PA
Source: Form Submission

Almost 10 years ago I lived in a house a few streets over from where I currently live. I was terrified of the basement in said house, and I have no reason why. I did not like being alone at all when it came to this particular area of the house, no other basements or rooms in anyone (or this) house has or did bother me. The basement was the size of the house naturally and split into 2 halfs, One half had wood panel walls and carpeting as well as heating and was used as a bedroom by the prior residence. The other half was your typical basment concrete floor and walls and along the back wall of it was the "work area" where tool and the like where stored. I generally stayed on the bedroom side and part of the other side where my parents layed carpeting down and put some of the bigger toys such as plays sets and the like there.

I'd often be sitting down (on the bedroom side) playing Nintendo or just watching TV and would get very strong feelings of dread like I should leave, and often times did. During one occurance, that could be chalked up to just dumb, luck (though Im skeptical) a friend and I where watching a behind the scenes special on horror movies when the TV shut off and smoke began to rise from the back my parents wrote it off as the TV finally dying (as it was quite a number of years old) and thought nothing more of it. A while after this another friend and myself decided we'd over come our fears and sleep down stairs in the furnished side of the room. This lasted all of an hour as strange sounds and the feeling of dread soon over powered us and we ended up spending the nite safely upstairs on the sofa bed.

All the events finally combinated with a dream I had about something being downstairs. In the dream I was on the steps that led downstairs and at the bottom was a swirling blueish vortex that was trying to suck me. I was holding on to the steps mocking it to try, cursing it out the entire time. I finally managed to get to the top of the stairs and slam the (for some reason) unhingd door back into its frame. As I did this the sucktion that had been pulling me stopped and I heard a voice tell me that "I'd be back" (I refering to the strange force) After that the feeling of dred subsided, soon after we moved out of the house, I have never been afraid of any other basements or rooms except for this one. As far as I know the house led an uneventful life, as far as I know.