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Powerful Entity Trapped Within

(NOTE: Got a blanket? You might want to go get one, because this story will make you shiver... the author was 16 at the time he submitted this story...)

Around 1997-98 Tahmoor Inland Off South Coastline

My Nan’s (grandmother) house was built by her husband Lawrence ("Pop") who died from unsuccessful surgery in conjunction with the treatment of stomach cancer when I was 12. He died because of the irresponsible mistake of the surgeons and doctors that treated him, who are responsible for all the months of pain and discomfort that led to his slow death. Followed by his demand to be sent back home he was released from the hospital and returned home with the accompaniment of a house nurse. This brought my Nan’s confidence in his recovery down and the family watched over him for years waiting for the inevitable.

Later my Pop died in that house but his love for his wife remained. No quarrel or misfortune would ever shadow my Nan ever again. A hard thing to both understand and explain but his love grew a barrier of luck for my Nan.

But what I felt in that house, downstairs in the basement which was both a study and guestroom where the piano and my uncle’s art study and paintings were held. But in that room…The basement…A cold feeling. There was always someone watching me. Sometimes staying very close behind me. There was a familiar sense in this coldness. Something I had never felt as strong before. Many times I had seen things in those two rooms when visiting my Nan and the house. I would find I was lured by a presence into the basement. I would be down there playing piano. Sitting there was a hard task at that. The feeling of someone trying to put their hands on my shoulders standing behind me. Getting angry when they couldn’t!!

I would look into the glass door that lead into the garage and in my reflection I often saw someone cross behind me into the next room. Almost avoiding being seen. I would forever turn around and study the room for something...or someone? Every time I came up from the basement at night I would leave the light on downstairs and run up frantically - almost trying to escape someone in my mind and turn the light off by the linked switch upstairs in the kitchen. I was haunted by a presence I did not understand at the time.

Later on I had tried to communicate, fearful that someone was actually trying to answer I was forever cautious of what I said. I would sometimes yell out and call my pop. Ask if he was there… Hopeful for the understanding that would bring peace of mind. But he never answered...In time I felt whoever was in the basement had become amused and was somewhat entertained by my fear towards them. It was almost becoming a game and I wasn’t the only one who felt it. My Nan also felt this evil and corruptness...It started enjoying my fear...

From then on it got worse. The light (mysteriously) could only be turned off from downstairs. I would finish doing whatever it was I was doing and would be ready to go upstairs and have to turn off the light downstairs. The person in the basement knew this as well!! I could feel their excitement and almost envision their smile. It felt evil and crazed. I would make my way backwards at first checking for the follower. Even though I couldn’t see him I still sensed him creeping behind or directly in front of me walking backwards towards the light switch. I would slowly make my way towards it telling myself in denial over and over again, “There’s nobody there. There is nobody there”. I would reach the switch and in hesitation eventually gain the courage to flick it. When I did I would bolt as fast as I could up the stairs feeling his arms reaching out to grab my from behind. As my feet did hump up the stairs. In time so did his. Harder and faster behind my making my way up the dark bending staircase.

Soon after this enough was enough and While running up the stairs turned around in a halt and screamed, “Stop it!! Stop now!!! Leave me alone!!” From then on I felt his broken heart. Whenever I or anyone else entered the basement there would be a feeling of depression and torment. Whenever I went down the stairs I would feel sad, and one time (the last time) I started feeling dizzy and found my chest compressed and could not breath. I passed out and awoke about an hour later. . All lights were turned on and doors open. A while after that happened, my Nan sold that house and has moves to a quiet suburban area... I have been told the owners of that house have now recently moved out and it has been taken off the list for auction……. But still things much worse have happened…

-Michael S.