I breathed a sigh of relief,we had finally finished moving into our new house.granted i was 7, so I didnt have to move much at the time. I watched as the moving truck dissapear around the corner.turning around, I was greeted by my mom who was still unpacking.she glanced up at me " go help your dad set up your room" she comanded. I listened and turned around and headed towards the stairs to my room (the basement). I saw my dad crouched down, putting together my brothers bed. I was so relived that I was sharing my room, it just had a way of calming me.looking around the dimly lit basement, one corner caught my attention. to the average person, it was just an ordinary corner, but to me it hid a deeper meaning, an off feeling about it. even though the corner was barren, there was a feeling of someone or something standing there, hiding in plain sight.whateever was present in that corner, it seemed to solely focus on me, letting me know that it knew i could feel it there. after about a minute of having a stare down with an invisible thing, I got uncomfortble, so I turned back towards my dad. he was still putting together my brothers bed so I headed back upstairs to help my mom unpack....
The feeling was confirmed a few months later, a man was walking from that corner to our backdoor. to this day I swear that was the spirit I felt the first day I stepped foot in that basement. this is my first memory of the paranormal. little did I know that more was to come...
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my paranormal stories
Non-FictionI've always seemed to be in tune with my surroundings, wether it be paranormal or the living. until recently, I never thought anything of it but now im writing out my stories trying to piece together the paranormal part of my life and see how my ab...
