hauntedliving

My daughter said she would show me the door to the basement that until then I did not we even had.  I followed her to the other side of the yard and around the house where she pointed out a small door.  Metal bars were inside the door so I could look inside.  It was more of a paved crawl space than a basement but the odd thing was it seemed to go further underground than the house space.  It was almost like a tunnel. The door which was more like a gate than a door was padlocked and rusty.  Just looking inside made my blood turn cold.  I could feel the evil coming from under the house.  I told my children to stay away from the door and stacked cement blocks in front of it.

We then started to have nightmares about the attic and a monster up there.  None of us were sleeping much at night.

One day while I washing dishes at the sink the children were playing on the carport.  I could see them from the window over the sick as they played.  I smiled at how sweetly they were playing when I suddenly just knew one of the huge wooden ceiling beams of the carport was about to fall.  I screamed at the children to run.  They listened to me and ran into the yard just seconds before the beam fell.  If that beam had fallen on one of them they would have been badly hurt or killed.

Later that day as we were eating dinner a glass angel sitting on the shelf over the fireplace shattered into hundreds of pieces.  Minutes later a glass owl also shattered. We could not find any reason for them to break. I could understand if they had fallen off the shelf but they shattered where they were sitting. We had no idea the fun had only just started.

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