I was about to do laundry when something strange caught my attention—the scoreboard on the wall. I didn’t touch it, but as soon as I stepped into the basement, a heavy, almost suffocating energy hit me. It felt like the spirits were trying to trap me down there. My heart raced, and I knew I couldn’t stay. I ran back upstairs and locked myself in my room, trying to shake off the feeling.
Even now, in the safety of my room, I can’t forget that sensation—the way the air seemed to thicken, the subtle pressure of unseen eyes. It was a sharp reminder that some spaces carry energies you don’t want to mess with. That basement, at least for today, was off-limits.
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It was so scary I felt like I was going to die or something straight out of the conjuring films happened like she was pushed down the stairs it felt the same but I ran outside first then to start my laundry then back to my room