Of Some First-Hand and Of Some Second-Hand Experiences, Part 3

Let me now relay a few interesting ‘adventures’ by the members of my family. Of course, being that I’ve known the people who told me about those adventures my whole life and can discern the truth from embellished tall tales, I vouch that what I will now relay to you were the real experiences by the real people.

At the time my mother and father first got to know each other, his family lived in a large house. Since the house was occasionally used as a vacation rental - not a full blown business, rather just something to supplement the regular income - when the rental season came the youngsters would move in to the basement. The basement-chamber my family owned was made into a bedroom. It just happened to be at the very bottom of the basement. I still clearly remember this house, even though we moved out of there by the time I started elementary school. I even better recall its huge poorly lighted basement that you accessed through a spiral staircase. To me, those stairs represented the stairs to hell. Doesn’t least surprise me that I scarcely went down to those frightening ‘catacombs’.

Curiously, ever since those days - year after year - I've been having a recurring dream that, without exception, has been leaving me in cold sweat... I am entering an unknown dark basement that very much resembles the above mentioned one. The further I go, the darker it gets. Eventually, the darkness is so thick I can hardly see a door before me. Nevertheless, I come to it. Immediately, I start to sensing some sort of threatening evil behind them. Even so, I reach for the handle, start to open them and… I wake up. Every time I open this door I wake up!

As I already mentioned, the real basement had at least one of those chambers transformed into living quarters (a small bedroom) where one could spend a night. The very thought that someone actually would spend a night there gives me goose-bumps even now… But, let’s get to the crux of the matter, perhaps not even such a very big deal needing all this intro.

One night my mother decided she would sleep in that basement bedroom. Nothing really happened.- she slept like a baby. But, then, she woke up just to be stunned with what she saw. When she first opened her eyes she saw a white ceiling… completely covered by the heavy spider-web that hang off of it. The web was as dark as if charred.

Continues in Part 4. . .