Aunty - There's A Man In The Basement

It was sometime during the summer, me and my mom were moving out of her boyfriends basement apartment, into this house he had just bought for us to rent. The persons who lived in the house before us, works at a local television station here. Before he moved into the house, there was the original owners. Before we moved in, the guy from the television station, we'll call him Dave. Told us that there is an old man in the basement. Now, me and my mom weren't believers in the paranormal, so we scoffed at the idea of someone deceased living in the basement.

(THIS IS THE LAYOUT OF THE HOUSE)

You walk through the front door, and you have a little porch, off the porch there is a hallway. To the left, there is a front room, on the same side, but down the hall a little more, there is another door leading into the dining room. On your right side there is the stairs leading upstairs, and a little more ways down the hall, there is the first door leading into the kitchen.

When you come into the house, and you go into the front room, off the front room, there are two French doors, leading into the dining room, and off the dining room there are two more French doors, leading into the new living room. Off the living there is a back door, leading into the drive and to the shed.

When you walk into the house, and go into the hallway to the first door leading into the kitchen, right behind the kitchen door is the basement door, leading into the basement. Directly off the kitchen is a computer or work room. Off the living there is another door, which leads into the kitchen.

When your walking into the house and going up the stairs the first thing you see is the linen closet, followed by my moms room to the left of the closet and a spare room off her room. To the right of the closet there is my room, and the bathroom.

(BACK TO THE STORY)

It was a few months after we moved in, things started happening, and it wasn't big stuff. So we always brushed it off. Until one night, my nephew, who was only 7 at the time, came over for a sleep over. We were in the living room, watching a movie when the two French doors, leading into the dining room swung open. Now, when you close these doors, they close tightly, so you would need a good amount of force to have them swing open on their own. We got a little spooked, so I got up to close the doors. Then I went back to sit down, and on my way back to the couch, the door leading to the drive way swung open. Now I was getting scared. So I told my nephew to go upstairs with my mom. Who was in bed watching TV. So he went upstairs and we all went to sleep.

The next morning, my nephew and I were in the basement looking for the hose, to clean the car. When I felt a slight tugging on my arm. I asked him to stop tugging on me, cause I had to find the hose and he said: "Aunty, I'm not tugging on you." When I turned around, he was on the other side of the basement, playing with his ninja turtle figurines. After the tugging happened, I got a feeling as if someone were watching me or were standing behind me. I turned around and no one was there, and my nephew was still sitting in the same place, playing with his toys. So I went back to looking for the hose, when my nephew started screaming, so I ran over to him and asked him what was wrong. He said that the man just showed him his cut. I looked at my nephew and kept asking him what man, and what cut. All he kept saying was that, the man was standing over by the washing machine and he was cleaning his cut.

Later on that day, me and my nephew were once again in the basement, he left his toys there and after the incident that happened earlier that day, he didn't want to go down there by himself. So I mustered up the courage to go down with him. We were half way down the stairs when my nephew turned to me and went: "Shh Aunty, the man is sleeping. I don't want to wake him." Now again, I didn't see anything, so I took my nephew by the hand and brought him upstairs and asked him to explain what this man looked like. He said that the man was "chocolate" and he had "cuts" and "raggedy" clothing. He also said that the man was, "harmless" and "alone."

Now I didn't believe him, cause I thought he was making this up, but when I told my mom, she said she believed him, because she has been hearing someone calling her name, yet no one was in the house or around.

After supper, me and my mom and my nephew went to the basement to get some ice cream to go with our pie that my mom had bought earlier. As we were down there, my mom said she left like someone was touching her, yet no one was near her. My nephew kept telling us that the man was mad that we were disturbing him and he didn't like us being there. Me and my mom looked at each other and then looked at my nephew, when we looked down at my nephew, you could see that something or someone had made hand prints on his shoulders, as if standing behind him, with their hands on his shoulders. But there was only the three of us in the basement, and neither one of us was near him.

The next day we contacted the owners before Dave, and asked them about the man in the basement. They told us that when they lived there, their son would go into the basement and spend hours, playing with a man.

We tried doing some research on the house, but we came up empty handed. After our experiences in that house, we both became believers of the paranormal.