Hello our names are Alex and Chelsea. A few summers back when we were children, about 11 or so, we visited our friends beach house for a week. Not knowing the people that owned the house, only knowing their sister (our close friend) had allowed us to stay there for free, because money was tough at the time.
Arriving at the house we were excited to find out we had the whole basement to ourselves. Later that afternoon, while we were unpacking we heard clashes and bangs, but we decided that perhaps it was just our imagination, or the pipes (seeing that the house was sort of old). The basement was very dark and had little light, no windows, but it did have a small doorway to another compartment that we later found out was the living quarters of the recent owner’s wife who was very sick with cancer and had passed away years before our vacation. The owners had not been to the house since she died, so apparently no one had been in that part of the basement since she died.
Later I (Alex) was standing on the staircase to the upstairs and decided to take a risk and jump from there to the bed bellow, as I let myself fall I felt something pulling me back, it felt like someone had there hands grasped fully on mine. Chelsea saw me leaning in midair on nothing and then I screamed and fell. So I (now Chelsea) freaked out seeing her screaming then asked what happened and what she felt and she told me. So later Alex went upstairs while I was taking a short nap, because she was a little freaked down there alone.
I was awoken to loud bangs coming from the old lady’s compartment. I ran upstairs as fast as I could to get Alex but then a shadow stood in front of me as I froze. It moved in front of me but nothing was there. I tried getting passed it but it seemed to follow me then held the door closed. I screamed at the top of my lungs and Alex ran down the stairs to open the door. When the daylight came from the upstairs, the shadow went away. Alex asked me what was wrong, I told her but at first she didn’t believe me. Me (Alex) being hardheaded, I decided to prove to Chels that there was nothing to be afraid of, but she wouldn’t change her mind. So I decided to maybe try and get her mind off of it, and go upstairs and watch some TV or something. Well our luck there was nothing on TV.
I decided to look in the cabinet to see if there was any board games. I saw that there was a Ouija board. We had never used one, but I decided this would be the perfect way to prove to Chels nothing was wrong. So we went down to the basement and propped it up on a table. <br /> <br />the first questions we asked it was simple.
Alex: is there anyone here? Board: Yes.
Chelsea: What’s your name? Board: Glory
Alex: your names Glory? Board: no, Gloria.
Chelsea: was it just my imagination what happened earlier? Board: no.
I( Alex) couldn’t believe it. I think I was so scared, I couldn’t move. Someone knocked on the basement door… so I slammed the game board shut and stuffed it under the bed, because I wasn’t really suppose to be playing with witch craft. It was my mom. She opened the door, and proceeded to walk in and sit down beside us. I decided to find a little information out on the house, without letting her know what was going on. I asked her what the woman’s name was that had died there, she said her name was Gloria, but everyone just called her Glory. At this point Chelsea and I were completely freaked out, looking at each other. That was when we also found out she died there, in the living quarters. We had heard enough, when my mom asked us to come walk on the beach we said no, we were a bit tired, but we wanted to stay to explore the compartment while no one was in the house.
When mom walked out, as she closed the door, and I heard the beach house door slam shut hearing everyone there laughing and talking as they walked out, we decided it was okay to walk in the living quarters of the woman. As we walked to the small doorway, we both saw the shadow, like it was leading us somewhere.
Written by Alex and Chelsea, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com