Voices in the basement

“Um, basically, my sister and I were little. My dad used to store all his goodies down in the basement. Water bottles. It's got the old kind of eerie look, too. It's got the dirt floor. Go down, you get your water bottle, you get back, right back up, and go to bed or whatever.

It was the night. My dad, my aunts, and my sister were sleeping on the couch. So, I go downstairs, and I hear this thing say my name. Like, it's not my dad, 'cause [his voice] is like really happy and excited, and it just sounds really deep and scary. And, I saw a little bit of a glow of light. I'm like, ‘Yep, no.’ But, I ran right back up, and it kept on saying, ‘Help me.’

Okay. Now, years later, my sister was telling me something about what happened to her. She's like, ‘You know, that basement's crazy. I don't why you would ever want that house.’ I'm like, ‘It's a beautiful farm.’ And she goes, ‘Well, when I was little,’ like, ‘I went down there to get some goodies from the basement where we used to store snacks. I'm like, ‘Yeah.’ She's like, ‘There was this demonic voice, like, it asked me to help it.’ And she's like, ‘At first, I thought it was you or Dad playing a prank on me,’ but, she's like, ‘It wasn't. Dad was laying away on the couch and you were sleeping.’”