Thursday, March 28, 2019
Ghost Story of the Basement in a Haunted House :: Ghost Stories Urban Legends
The Door in the wine cellarThis theme was told by a 19 year old Caucasic male. The story was related in an informal, one on one displace between classes at the University. The storyteller did not personally experience the events in the story, but he heard the story directly from the people involve in it. The telling of the story was recorded, and the following transcript is nearly verbatim, with entirely minor modifications for the sake of clarityOk, so I guess this story happened likely about fifteen years ago, maybe more than that. sensation of my parents friends had just bought a house. He and my parents other friend, names being meter and Bernie, were going to the house to fix it up to begin with Bill actually moved in. So, theyre looking around this house, and they were working on it for probably a week or two, and during the week they had noticed that there was this black limen in the basement. And it had a red X mark crosswise it. They couldnt open the accession it had never actually been opened before as far as they knew. But it was just sort of preternatural and creepy, just had a in reality bad feeling to it, and again the door never really opened, so they didnt think too some(prenominal) of it.Well, one night while they were working in the basement where the door was, Mr. Bernie had to leave to go get some extra parts or extra tools or something, so he got up and left. Mr. Bill was legato working down in the basement. Well, it was maybe fifteen or 20 minutes later, and Mr. Bill was working in the basement not give much attention to whats going on, when he hears footsteps up the stairs. So he thinks its Mr. Bernie coming back. Hes waiting, and the footsteps are walking around. They go into the kitchen area, they go into the living room area, and theyre just walking around. eventually he yells up the stairs Bern, what are you doing? Get down here, benefactor me out There was no reply. Mr. Bill waits for another minute or two, and still no reply, but he still hears the footsteps. So he starts to walk upstairs, ready to drag Mr. Bernie back downstairs and getting really mad at him that hes walking around upstairs not helping him out while Mr. Bills assay to do some work downstairs.
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