Experienced on or around January 20th, 2003 - by
KayI used to live in a basement with several spirits. My bedroom was next to a spare room that looked like it had once been someone's bedroom, though it was never really finished. This bedroom was haunted by a spirit taking the form of a teenage boy. Being a teenager myself at the time, and being that I was a very lonely kid, I tried to connect with him frequently. He told me to stay out of his room, but was content with me talking to him next to his door, but there was a problem. Another spirit taking the form of a big, angry male haunted the stairs in between our rooms. Often, I would speak with him for a while next to his door until I would begin to hear this man screaming at me and cussing me out. My mother heard it too, and frequently urged me not to talk to the boy in the room. I could tell it really scared her.
My grandmother, who lived in another bedroom in this basement, also heard both the voices of the boy and the man, and once was pushed down the stairs by the man.
After a while, when I refused to stop talking to the boy, and another spirit, who I later found was actually carving words into my closet door at night, the man got really ticked off. He got so bad that my grandmother actually started refusing to go out of her room somedays, just so she wouldn't have to risk being pushed down the stairs again. Sometimes he would chase me through the living room and I would end up practically leaping down the entire staircase so that I could get into my room and slam the door on him. He never went into my room, but he would repeatedly pound on the door screaming, "You little f****** bitch! Get out here!" It was terrifiying. My mother and siblings NEVER went down the stairs if they could avoid it, because they all heard him too, though he did it more frequently at night and on days when there was no one upstairs.
Whenever I opened the door while I heard him screaming, there was no one there. The screaming would abrubtly stop.
