Here's some back story to all of this -- I lived in this house for about 11 years and I've always hated the basement. I refused to go down there alone. I guess you could say I'm that weird kid who's like a medium who can see, feel, and get attachments from the paranormal.

We had to move out of my house due to the old walls it was built back in

the early or late 1800's when the town was first built. We called it

'the yellow house' (because it was yellow), but you could see old

photos of it in the town hall (which was right across the street from

this house). This house was no where near normal.

This is why I'm particularly glad it's been torn down.

It was a warm mid-summer day and my old friends suggested we should go

into the yellow house. They got in through the porch and unlocked a

window. When we stepped in, the carpet had been stripped and we could

see the old wooden floors. The smell was an old, dusty, even musty

smell; I never realized how creepy and small this house had been until

that day.

We walked around in the kitchen, living room, around the corridors and looked in closets and passed old

bedrooms. I was feeling at ease like a movie goer at the edge of their

seat as you watch that dumb blonde walk in the dark hallways. My

friend Kallie called me into my brother's old room where he tried to

commit the death act, there you could see old blood stains and the

room was full of bad energy.

I walked down a long corridor to my and my twin sister's old bedroom

and it was bright and warm in there. I felt okay then I walked out and

saw all my friends enter my parents' old room. I walked across the

dinning room and I stood in front of the door, and my body refused to go in

but I pushed on. The second I stepped foot across the doorframe I was

hit with a gust of wind or energy as if I was being pushed out. I was

lost for breath and couldn't speak.

This is when I made the wrongful

decision to agree to go downstairs. It was dark as hell and I had to turn

on the flashlight of my phone. The set-up was the stairs, a little

corridor, a closet next to the stairs, the big basement, and then

the room we called Spider-Man's den because it was full of spiders. There was another closet, like the door you see in a horror movie.

I took a couple photos that I wish I could show you. I didn't want to be down there because I was getting a creepy vibe, my heart was racing and my vision was blurry. I raced up the creaky old wooden stairs.

Kallie and Devin, two out of five friends, stayed downstairs

while my sister and Rebecca and I went back and looked around at my brother's old room to examine the old stains.

I stood in the corridor watching as they spoke. Everything sounded so far away. I was hearing voices as if I was no longer in a house of five people; it

felt like I was standing in the streets of Rome in the summer, full of

hundreds of tourists.

But this was nowhere near happy people speaking. These voices were saying things like, "You shouldn't be here", "you can't leave us again", "you're going to die", "run before she

finds you", "why'd you leave me?" I was in full panic mode because I

thought I was the only one hearing it, then Kallie looked me in my

ready to burst levee of tears eyes and it felt as if everyone had stopped

breathing, hoping the beating of their hearts would stop so they could

hear what I did.

Kallie was the first to speak. She asked me, "Do you hear that?" Then

it was getting louder and louder by the second, as if it was walking up

the stairs heading towards us. It was to the point where it was like a

fire alarm in our ears, such loud screaming. It was like we all had

talked without a word spoken and we all bolted towards the window and

door. My heart was in my throat and tears were pouring down, burning my

cheeks. My heartbeat filled my ears as I ran across the street wanting not be on the same ground as that house.

I caught my breath as my friends asked me what was wrong. I told

them this story, but then Kallie reached into her pocket and pulled a

really old photo of my parents and handed it to me saying, "We found

this among many others, but this was the only one we could get." It was

downstairs in the room behind a huge concrete door.

I stared at it and then remembered the picture I had found of mine and my sister's birthday that had our faces scribbled and poked out. I found it laying above the basement when we were moving out. That sent a shiver down my spine. There was something

sinister in that house and I hope it's at peace now.