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Why I Never Go To My Sister House No More!
If someone gives you the basement room for a night sleepover, would you take it? Just say, “I am afraid to be underground in a house where no one can’t hear you scream.”
Here’s the story:
My sister had a room for me in the basement, while my dad stayed upstairs because all the rooms were filled with family members for a soon-to-be reunion. So I ended up with the basement bedroom. The bathroom was upstairs. And I would have my privacy. In which I could do anything in the room. What do people in the privacy in their bedroom downstairs? In the basement. Kinky stuff, right?
I did experience amazing night terrors and sleep paralysis on a very regular basis. There were a few incidents where I would wake up, and the closet on the far side of the room would be open, just a crack. And I would stare at it, knowing I had closed it. It would creek opened — just a touch. And close slowly.
The second night, I woke up like something jarred at me. I rolled over, and I saw a girl standing at the foot of my bed. She looked very young, with dark black hair dress, and she did not make a move or sound. And I could not make out of face.
I was scared.
The following day, I told my dad that we needed to leave. I don’t feel comfortable sleeping in the basement bedroom…
