This incident took place in Gorham, New Hampshire in a town called Cascade Flats 48 years ago. I was 18 at the time and living with my mother and father, sister and brother. The house was very old and sat on a riverbank, like all 25 or so houses also did.
I was sitting in my mother's living room and was watching television. I was alone in the house. At some point I heard noises coming from our cellar. When I say "noises" I mean banging noises, so I thought that maybe my father had hired a furnace man to take care of some problem with the furnace. I didn't think too much of it, so I tried to ignore the noise.
The problem came when I started to hear louder and louder banging. It got to the point that I actually felt angry they were making so much noise. Then I heard what sounded like a crowd of people down there, so being young and never having any reason to be afraid of noises or people talking loudly or whatever, I decided I had had enough. I went into my parents' kitchen, approached the cellar door and opened it.
This cellar had a long, winding stairway, and the walls were made of dirt. When I was a young child, I spent a lot of days there alone playing with old clothes and hats I had found in my grandmother's trunk, so I sort of turned part of the cellar into a playhouse for myself.
When I opened the door, I discovered that the light switch did not work. I also noticed that everything become totally silent when I opened the door, which I thought was odd. So I decided to venture down into this stairway, all the while holding onto the dirt walls and felt my way down as it was steep and I didn't want to fall down. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I remembered that a light bulb was overhead at the bottom of the stairs, so I lifted up my arms to put my hands on the bulb... but I never did reach that bulb.
As my arms were lifted upward, I felt a force grab my body -- I can't explain it any other way, but it definitely was not a human force, nor was it human hands. It was a very powerful force that took a hold of my body and lifted me up and off my feet so my feet were not touching the floor. It then flew me up the stairs backward, so that my feet never touched the stairs, and then released me at the top of the stairs. I felt myself fall to the floor.
I was in such a state of shock that I immediately ran out of the house. I was so shaken by this that I still relive this experience almost every day, trying to figure out who or what was in our cellar. I guess it didn't want me down there. I never did go back into cellar.
