HORROR DIARY: CreepyPasta

CreepyPasta #3: THE HORROR IN THE BASEMENT

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Celephais (10/31/17)

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My name is Paxton and my experience occurred in western Canada on October 24th of 2015. I won't go into too many details about myself, what is important is the story that I must share with you. I have to get it off of my mind, off of my shoulders because it has haunted me for far too long. I wake up in the middle of the night with cold sweats and trembling from terror. Consider this a catharsis. I used to think the world was simple, that things are as you see them and that was that. Shit happens and there is nothing you can do about it. I never believed in strange things, and by that, I mean the paranormal/supernatural. Now I don't know what to think. I don't know the best way to describe my experience, I guess I could call it a paradigm shift.

I am, or was, an urban explorer. I used to love going to abandoned places such as hospitals, apartment buildings, warehouses etc. It was the sense of adventure and discovery of these derelict places that drew me to it. A friend of mine, I'll call him Joseph, found a rural place, an old farmhouse an hour out-of-town. It was in an isolated site that you had to go out of your way to get to. But it was 'well worth it' he said. It was one of those places, you know, where the family was murdered by someone unknown and now the place is forever haunted by vengeful ghosts. Also, it was a place where satanic rituals took place and demonic spirits now haunt the area. Every town has these stories that are made up by kids to scare one another. The fact of the matter is that nobody truly knows what happened. What we do know is that the family vanished. As if they simply got up and left. All there belongings, their stuff left behind. That of course happened thirty years ago. The place has stood silent ever since.

October 24th was a wet and grey autumn day, scattered showers soaked the highway. In order to get to the house, we had to drive off the pavement and onto a muddy dirt road surrounded by rows and rows of trees which swayed in the wind. It was a two-story house with a peaked roof and a dormer attic. At one time, it would have been a peaceful and comfortable place for a family to live. Now it was a dilapidated shell of its former self, the surrounding farm grounds concealed by trees. Nature had reclaimed the place for herself. Despite the condition, I was pleasantly surprised to see the lack of graffiti and damage usually left by teenagers, just a few empty beer bottles left on the front deck of the house. The windows and front door was boarded up. The back door however was wide open, the boards were removed and tossed to the side.

"That was like that when I checked the place out last week" Joseph explained.

We continued exploring the exterior property, there were a couple of sheds out back and an old beat-up corpse of a truck. In the field beyond the truck I noticed a collection of white stones, loads of them scattered about on the ground.

"I didn't notice that earlier" Joseph remarked with an inquisitive look on his face.

Looking at the stones carefully they seemed to form a spiral pattern. Intrigued we approached the stones. I don't know if I imagined it or what, but I swore I could smell ozone, you know the aroma of lightning? I crouched down and examined one of the stones noticing something etched onto its surface. It was a symbol of some sort that I wasn't familiar with. It was like a triangle only with the bottom line missing and the ends of the other two one with a squiggly circle and another with a t-shape. I looked at another stone and it had the same etching on it.

"That's fucking bizarre, I wonder what all this is?" Joseph said as he took a look.

I shook my head not knowing what to say.