24. Two red glowing orb things emerged…I’d say they were eyes, but I can’t be sure.

“The first incident was on a weekend; my Dad and I were sitting in the living room watching NASCAR, and during a commercial break he asked me to get him a beer. Unfortunately for me he kept his beer down in the basement in this little mini-fridge, and I was already kind of scared of going down there. Not wanting to upset him by telling him no, I went for it anyway. Before I even made it to the steps I was already getting that feeling that I shouldn’t go any further, and that I should immediately turn right around, but I kept going on. As I got to the basement steps that fear continued to grow and grow. You know that feeling you get when you can just tell that someone is staring at you? Like a fifth sense, your spine gets kind of tingly and you have this overwhelming feeling to look at in the direction, that’s what I was experiencing tenfold. When I finally reached the bottom of the steps I was almost completely paralyzed with fear, I slowly turned my head to the left towards where the open/dirt area was and said ‘Hello?’. As soon as I said that two red glowing orb things emerged from that dark part, I’d say they were eyes, but I can’t be for sure. I didn’t study them long enough before I ran up the steps as fast as I could.

My Dad must have heard my running and met me in the hallway, and asked what was going on. I told him about what I saw, and he immediately headed down there. I think he might of thought it was an animal or something, but after a few minutes he emerged with a beer in hand and telling me it was nothing.

The second event took place a year, maybe a year and a half later. It was during the summer, and my family and I were outside (Dad, Mom, younger brother, and myself). I had to use the bathroom and headed inside using the front door, as I had refused to use the side door since that previous event. When I went to go back outside though I had the thought I’d try and be brave, and face my fear. I headed towards the side door, sat at the top of the basement steps, and waited.

It didn’t take long for me to get those same feelings all over again—I shouldn’t be there, something was watching me, I needed to leave immediately. I was truly tired of the fear though, I wanted to be brave and face whatever threat was down there, so I stayed. It didn’t take long for me to run though, because as soon as I had made that determination I saw a shadow paint across the wall opposite of the handrail. It was human, looked male, seemed extremely large. No real fine details, again not enough time as I immediately bolted out the door.

I told my Dad about it, this time he seemed a bit more concerned. I didn’t follow him into the house, but I did hear him racking his gun before he descended down. Just like last time though, he emerged, nothing to be found.”