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Something Tried to Get In



This story took place in January, 1989. I was 14 years old. My mother and I had to go to Syracuse, Indiana because my grandma was very ill and in the hospital. We were staying with my mom's sister, Aunt Netta. I slept in the basement bedroom for the privacy and the fact that it was cooler down there; I have no tolerance for heat and have to be cold in order to sleep.

One night, my cousin asked me if I would French braid her hair the next morning for school. No problem. During the night, I woke up to the sound of the basement door opening and closing, then footsteps coming down the stairs, and a light knocking at the door. By the time I woke up enough to say come in, I heard footsteps going back up the stairs and the basement door opening and shutting once again.

Thinking that it was time to get up and braid my cousin's hair - she had to get up at 4 am in order to get ready for school -- I rolled out of bed and wandered my way upstairs... to find out that everyone was sleeping. I wondered if maybe in my half asleep state I had just imagined it all. I went back downstairs and tried to get more sleep. However, for some reason, I locked the door.

Not but a couple of minutes later, I again heard the basement door open and shut, footsteps down the stairs. They stopped right outside the bedroom door. This time, instead of a light knocking, the doorknob started rattling, as someone (thing) tring to get in.

I pulled my covers over my head. I don't know, maybe I thought that by doing that they would go away. The rattling lasted for what seemed like hours, but was probably more like a few seconds. Afterward, footsteps going back upstairs, door opening and shutting.

I waited a few minutes to make sure nothing was going to come back downstairs. I grabbed my blanket, my pillow and I RAN upstairs and spent the rest of our visit sleeping in my uncle's recliner.

Funny thing about this is that I am not the only one to experience something in my auntie's house. A few years later, my brother went out there with my mom for my cousin's wedding. He was sleeping in the back room when he kept getting woken up by someone shaking him. A couple of weeks after coming home, there was an electrical fire and the entire backroom was destroyed before the fire fighters could get there to put it out.

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