Continued from January 11th Entry…
"Hillary came over laughing at me because I was so scared. Now she's terrified too, something's wrong." you spilled out over the telephone.
"What's going on?" I asked unamused, and rather annoyed. I have too much shit to do here at work than to be bothered with your ridiculous ghost stories.
"I had propped a chair against the basement door. While Hillary and I were in the living room talking we heard the squeak of the chair moving across the tile floor in the kitchen. We went into the kitchen and found that the chair had moved from the door to about halfway across the kitchen. Just then the front door (and screen door which Hillary made sure was firmly latched after she came in) flew open. Shortly after that we heard another loud crash in the basement and weird banging and groaning sounds all over the house."
I looked at the clock and decided to take an early lunch break. "I'll be over in about 15 minutes, just sit tight". I said as I grabbed my coat and quickly walked out to my car.
When I pulled up to the house I noticed Hillary and Lydia sitting in Hillary's car waiting for me. "You're so scared that you had to wait in the car for me?!"
"YES!" they both replied as I opened the side door and walked in.
Silence.
They explained it all again as I found the flashlight and went down to the basement to see what had fallen. Goose-bumps began to form as I made my way down the stairs. When I got to the bottom I flipped on the light switch and began searching. Every stack of boxes was still intact; nothing was out of place. After a quick but thorough investigation I came back up the stairs.
"Well? What was it?" You asked quickly, seeing my annoyed face.
"Nothing, there's nothing out of place, nothing had fallen on the floor."
"You have to be kidding! There was nothing that had fallen? It sounded like a stack of full boxes were falling on the ground! It was extremely loud!
"There was nothing on the floor that appeared to have fallen, all the stacks of boxes are still standing; everything on the bookshelves were intact. There was absolutely nothing out of place. You're welcome to come down and have another look with me."
"I'm not going down there!" you protested.
I spent another 10-15 minutes sitting in the living room waiting for something unusual to happen, but there was only the hum of the fans of my computer and awkward glances at each other.
"I need to get back to work" I said finally as I stood up and walked to the door.
"I swear I'm not making this up Jaydon." You said quickly, and frustrated.
"She's not making it up Jaydon, I heard it too." Hillary chimed in to defend you. But what could I possibly assume other than two people's imaginations getting the better of them?
That night you stayed up all night tossing, and turning, too terrified of the house around you to get even a few minutes of sleep. I slept as soundly as ever; certain that this would be the last I would ever hear of the "ghost in the basement".
My graceful stalking starkly contrasts my complete lack of grace. He summoned me without any conscious knowledge of it with the intentions to get rid of you; and to that end I will torment you relentlessly and furiously until you finally flee from him. In his kindness, compassion, and mercy have I become a vessel of his evil; my will is his true will. Even as you look upon his sleeping body, his eyes racing back and forth beneath his lids; he is standing behind you and beside the bed watching you with contempt and anger, and of him I have become. So even in his absence shall I follow you, and even when his mouth speaks to you, my tongue will hiss into your ear all that he truly thinks and wishes to say. And of this vessel of his channeled anger, of my perfect creation, will you come undone.