As I've stated in my previous story about my house, the presence comes and goes. I also said that the basement gave this dreadful feeling and I never liked being there alone. But being that I am now 19, I decided I had to face my fears. I decided I'd sit in the basement while alone in the house. I know growing balls right.
Well I would spend time in the basement; I always made sure I was occupied so I wouldn't think about the goose bumps forming on my arms. Days went by and it was uneventful, the floors didn't even creak. So I considered the ghost (s) gone.
I thought all was fine until I felt my face hurting, over my upper lip. I touched it and it felt like a fresh cut. So I looked in the mirror and realized I did in fact have a cut on my face. Mind you, I bite my nails down until I don't have any. But still, I created some excuse in my mind.
Again, I spent all day in the basement until my mother got home around 2pm. After she'd get home, I would go upstairs. So I felt the need to take a shower since I didn't do so upon waking up. While washing, I looked on the inside of my arm and found yet another scratch. It was minor and I didn't even feel it but I was confused about where it had come from. I never felt the sensation of being cut!
Another day went by and I had yet another cut somewhere on my body. This happened awhile ago so I don't quite remember where this last one was. So I stopped going to the basement alone!
Now, a few weeks ago during my break from school, I was just roaming around in the kitchen. I decided to look out into the backyard because it was a full moon and it was shining bright. As I was looking through the window, I could see the reflection of things behind me. I thought nothing of it until I saw a dark shadow move by, blocking out the light. I stood up straight and thought maybe I did it but I had been standing off to the right side, the light got blocked on the left. I wasted no more time and returned to my bedroom. I felt the feeling of something over my back again. My guess is, whatever is in my house, it has returned.
A few years ago, I had been sleeping in my bed but I randomly woke up. Ever wake up and look directly at someone because you know they're in your room? Well I slowly sat up and looked towards the end of my bed. And there, was a young woman smiling at me in that dreamy like way. Kind of like she adored me. She had her hands under her chin, propped up by her elbows and she was leaning onto my bed, the rest of her body on the floor. I stared at her longer and realized she looked a lot like a friend of mine. She eventually disappeared and I went back to sleep. I wasn't afraid or alarmed; I was just upset I had been roused out of my sleep because of her presence. I definitely woke up later completely confused as to why I would see my friend in my room admiring me.
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