fiery rose
From about 7th grade to my freshman year of high school I lived in a pretty secluded old farm house. Strange things started happening a year or so after we moved in.
To start me and my entire family generally stayed away from the basement. It was extremely lack luster, musty, and had dirt floors so we never actually used it unless we had to turn the power back on with the breaker, which went out often but we never thought anything of it since the house was pretty old and the electrical was probably not set up the best. Me and my brother actually found a gallon of human pee down there once which only added to how unsettling the basement was.
Me and my little brother also shared a room which in the closet contained the entrance to the attic which was nailed shut the entirety of the lease. Also clothes which didn’t belong to us were stuffed in the attic door. Any time any one was home alone we would actually hear footsteps upstairs but only if said person was down stairs. There was only one account that my older brother was home alone upstairs in his room when he heard footsteps walk up to his door and stop. It would get so bad I’d rather go to school when I was sick then stay home.
After we moved out my friend, his brother and I decided to go investigate. We rode bikes there and walked into the unlocked front door and my friend, being the last person, locked the door. We went to look at the attic which there were more clothes stuffed into the door and still nailed shut. We then decided to sit on the empty floor of my old room and hang out. My room had a big window looking over the dirt road and we noticed there was much more traffic than usual and that every person driving by was unsettlingly staring up right at us. We were sketched out but it got worse when we heard a loud bang hit the floor below us, like as if someone on the first floor threw a baseball at the ceiling. That’s when we all scrambled for the door which was now unlocked by someone or something.
sullen inlet