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When I was
about six years old, my parents bought the house that I spent the rest of my
childhood in. It was a nice house with three rooms, one and a half baths and a half-finished
basement. In the half of the basement that wasn’t finished was our laundry room
and in later years, my dad’s lab. We had a family room and my mom’s office in
the finished half.
The basement
creeped me out! From the time we moved in until the time I last visited before
my dad sold the house. The finished part was ok, but I never liked going into
the back part where the laundry stuff was. It just had a creepy vibe that I
didn’t like.
I never
experienced more than the strange vibe in the basement so I’m not sure if it
was haunted at all. I’ve had some more concrete experiences in other places. But this started my fascination with ghosts and hauntings, though it would freak me out to think about it.
The only strange that that really ever happened down there was that a few years after we moved in. In the basement, I found a Choose Your Own Adventure book titled The Haunted House. I loved the Choose Your Own Adventure books but that wasn't one of the books I owned.
My parents couldn't explain where it came from but it soon became one of my favorite books. The next spooky experience didn't happen to me until I got to college.
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The only strange that that really ever happened down there was that a few years after we moved in. In the basement, I found a Choose Your Own Adventure book titled The Haunted House. I loved the Choose Your Own Adventure books but that wasn't one of the books I owned.
My parents couldn't explain where it came from but it soon became one of my favorite books. The next spooky experience didn't happen to me until I got to college.
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