Alright so growing up I used to live in a three story home with my 5 sisters and brother in San Francisco. So if you were home you would pretty much assume at least one person would be in attendance. So one day I decided to go to the basement to get a toy. After turning on the light, I headed downstairs, once I reached the middle of the stairs the lights went out. I yelled at my brother, Kevin, figuring it was him playing a trick on me. No response so I just went up to turn it on again. The same thing happened. After the third time I was able to reach the middle of the room, the lights went out again. This time I knew it wasn’t Kevin. I felt someone’s hands around my neck, as if they were choking me with great force. I passed out and the lights came back on, however no one was there.
About 15 years go by and I completely forgot about the incident, and I am at this supermarket and a man starts talking to me. We start talking about where we grew up and he said San Francisco, so I said to him “Oh really, what part?” He said “Visitation Valley.” I was like “no way what street did you live on?” He respond “Nueva.” Now your probably guessing which house he had lived in, well it was mine. Now in shock because that was the street I lived on I thought to myself he must be pulling my chain. So I quizzed him about the families and the nearby surroundings, and he got everything correct. It turned out he had lived there two years before us, so I decided to ask the question “Why did you move?
He responded “My dad hung himself in the basement.”
Submitted to us by Karen
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