True story? I think so.
It was a few years back. I believe I was at least.... 7? My mom used to work as a lady who cleaned up apartments or houses after people moved out to be presentable for the next customers.
Anyways, she had to clean a house, and brought me along. It was usually boring to go with her on her jobs, but this was a two story house, and it was huge. You could do a crap load of stuff... Well at least for a seven year old.
But seeing how I was a good child (kinda) and it was a big house, I decided to help my momma clean. The house still had furniture in it, but the people who left didnt want it. They left a radio with speakers, a tiny tv (no cable), a small table and a lawn chair.
The tiny tiny hall connecting the dinning room and the living room had a door. That door lead to the stairs to the basement. Next to that door was the stairs, then the room.
Anyways me and my mom were in the living room part, where the radio and the table where. I was sweeping, and she was cleaning the filth off the walls. What pigs the people who lived there where. Then, the radio turned on. First it was on the fizzy channel. Then the channels started to turn, back and forth hearing a lot of words but none that made sense. Weirded out, me and my momma turned it off. We decided to rub that off, and continue on the work so we can leave.
Then we heard foot steps as if they where walking down stairs. We looked at each other, then heard water dropping. Then a big crash coming from the basement stairs. I screamed, because I scream to loud noises, and my mom ran to the basement door. Opening it, she looked down there, and saw nothing. Nothing was broken, out of place or anything.
Now, that was good for her. She wanted to leave the house, and find out what was wrong with it.
Comes to find out a man that was walking down the steps a few year earlier, slipped on water that was leaking, and died on the bottom of the stairs. Funny thing is, is that I felt like I was being watched while in that house...
It was a few years back. I believe I was at least.... 7? My mom used to work as a lady who cleaned up apartments or houses after people moved out to be presentable for the next customers.
Anyways, she had to clean a house, and brought me along. It was usually boring to go with her on her jobs, but this was a two story house, and it was huge. You could do a crap load of stuff... Well at least for a seven year old.
But seeing how I was a good child (kinda) and it was a big house, I decided to help my momma clean. The house still had furniture in it, but the people who left didnt want it. They left a radio with speakers, a tiny tv (no cable), a small table and a lawn chair.
The tiny tiny hall connecting the dinning room and the living room had a door. That door lead to the stairs to the basement. Next to that door was the stairs, then the room.
Anyways me and my mom were in the living room part, where the radio and the table where. I was sweeping, and she was cleaning the filth off the walls. What pigs the people who lived there where. Then, the radio turned on. First it was on the fizzy channel. Then the channels started to turn, back and forth hearing a lot of words but none that made sense. Weirded out, me and my momma turned it off. We decided to rub that off, and continue on the work so we can leave.
Then we heard foot steps as if they where walking down stairs. We looked at each other, then heard water dropping. Then a big crash coming from the basement stairs. I screamed, because I scream to loud noises, and my mom ran to the basement door. Opening it, she looked down there, and saw nothing. Nothing was broken, out of place or anything.
Now, that was good for her. She wanted to leave the house, and find out what was wrong with it.
Comes to find out a man that was walking down the steps a few year earlier, slipped on water that was leaking, and died on the bottom of the stairs. Funny thing is, is that I felt like I was being watched while in that house...
