I’m afraid of my basement.

There’s creepers down there. I feel like someone’s chasing me every time I go up the stairs. Like someone’s following me.

When we were getting our house blessed, my sister and I asked if we could get an exorcism, and did, in the basement. It was as a joke, kind of. Anyways, if there was a ghost down there, it didn’t do anything.

He’s still there. Living in my basement.

Of course he plays tricks on us; at least he has a sense of humor. Once, he turned on our TV and turned it off again, repeatedly, at midnight. Pretty scary.

This other time, he pushed at the bookshelf, and all of the books came tumbling out onto the floor. We spent the next hour picking them up.

We think its a he; I don’t know why, but if there’s a ghost in this house, it would be a he. Just a feeling.

I don’t know.

If it’s really a ghost, I don’t think he’s out to hurt, or really scare anybody… but I’m still afraid of my basement.