When I was around 6 or 7 years old we lived in a duplex in the middle of town. My memory is a little hazy on the layout of the house because we didn't live there long due to the amount if activity but I do remember there were 3 floors. The top floor had 2 rooms, one was my parents and the other was mine and my little sisters. The main floor was the kitchen, living room and another bedroom. Below was the basement where my dad had painted a Native American portrait on the ground.
One night shortly after moving in my little sister wakes me up and says she has to use the restroom but the man in the corner is scaring her and she wanted me to come with. Being half asleep I grab her hand and go. We get back to the room and she says "He's under the bed now" and starts crying. We turn around and get our dad and tell him there's a man in our room and he's hiding under the bed.
My dad grabs a bat (my parents used to play softball) and thoroughly checks the room and tells us there is no man and to go back to bed. This unfortunately was not an isolated incident and happened multiple times. We ended up switching rooms with my parents because of it.
After the room swap I would wake up and hear crying as if someone were in pain. Annoyed by being woken up I would go downstairs to sleep on the couch in the living room. One morning my dad asked me why he kept finding me on the couch, I told him "The mummy upstairs is too loud and the children down here sing me to sleep".
Now the basement was the most terrifying place I have ever been in and I still have nightmares about it. The basement door would open and close on its own even if it was locked. It wasn't pressure change causing the door to open. You could lock it and jiggle or shake it every which way and it would not budge. When it was unlocked you could very easily open or close the door. You could feel a heaviness and negativity down there (being a child I thought it was because I was afraid of the dark like most children are). It felt like someone was just one step behind you and if you stopped suddenly they would bump into you. Anytime we had to go into the basement we ran the entire time and I say we because no one ever went alone.
The worst experience I had down there was when my mom and I went to grab some vegetables and we were heading back upstairs as soon as my mom had walked out the door it slammed shut and I felt something grab my leg and pull me down the stairs into the center of the room over the painting. My mom was trying everything she could to open the unlocked door to no avail. Screaming and crying I got up and ran back up the stairs and the door popped open. I know it's a possibility that I slipped when the door slammed but it doesn't explain being pulled to the painting. After that I refused to go into the basement.
When I was older (around 15) I asked my mom if she remembered all the activity in the house and the basement incident and why dad had painted on the floor. She said she remembered and that it was the most terrifying thing she had experienced.
She said after some digging she found out it was built where a hospital used to be. The third floor was the ICU and that a man died from severe burns that covered 90% of his body. The main floor was TB ward where many children died from the illness and that the basement of the hospital was a morgue. She then went on to say that dad painted over a pentagram the landlord couldn't get 100% off from cleaning and scrubbing. He gave my dad permission to paint the portrait because the landlord was Native American.
According to the landlord the previous tenant had hung himself in the center of this pentagram. In his suicide note he said he was sacrificing himself to Satan to rule at his side in hell.
I asked them why they would move us in knowing a man had committed suicide in the name of Satan.
My mom said the landlord had the house cleansed before they moved in and financially it was the only option they had or else they would to be homeless.
I did look into it and found out that a hospital was on the land before they built a bigger and more efficient hospital but I couldn't find anything on the satanic suicide.
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