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BEING ALONE DOESN'T MEAN SOMEONE ISN'T THERE........ I’m not the sort of person strange things happen to. I’m an observer. I’m the one that the eerie stories are relayed to, but when I was around twelve years of age I believe I had an encounter with an entity. I wasn’t sure then, but now I’m certain that I did. I’ve grown since then, but the years still haven’t erased what happened. It was Sunday morning and I was in the bathroom getting read for church, running late as usual I grabbed what I needed and headed into my room (it was the last one down the hall from the living room) and closed the door. As I stood in front of the mirror brushing my hair I heard a sudden bang. It was a like a hammer slamming through a wooden wall. I jerked open the bedroom door and hurried down the hall. I remember that at first I thought it might have been our cat. Buddy was a climber and would knock things on the floor from time to time, but a broken vase and the sound I’d heard were two totally different things. Instead of something broken on the ground, I was met with a wide open basement door. There was a security chain that fastened to lock it; it was ripped from the door and half-way across the room. The bolt was used to hold the locking piece to the door was also wrenched away.
Submitted From: Lauren, NC, USA Contact me here: Cynicalbunnies@msn.com
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