Basement Figure
c0lumbia submitted:
Ok this is the last of my submissions, for now. Although this is the least dramatic and eventful of my stories, it was by far the most terrifying.
Again, small town in Canada. I was around 13.
It was a weekend. I was home alone with my mom. My siblings were all away from home, either at a friends or with their dad.
It was late, sometime after 11 pm, and we’d just watched a movie together. I said goodnight and headed downstairs to my bedroom. As soon as I opened the basement door, a huge wave of dread and unease hit me. I assumed it was because I’d be sleeping in the basement alone, so I forced myself to face my fear and went to bed.
I was very young, so I wasn't that brave, though. I kept my bedroom door open, and left the basements hallway light on. I laid in my bed for probably about fifteen minutes, hoping I’d just fall asleep, but the uneasy feeling would not go away. I began feeling for afraid until, I was sure I’d heard a noise outside my bedroom, like a shuffling of someone walking somewhere in the basement. I turned my head to try and look out my bedroom door, but my bed was in the corner beside it so my vision was restricted. I stayed in my bed, un-moving and terrified, and waited to hear something else. It was silent, but the feeling I had was absolutely horrible, and something I have never experienced before. It was complete and utter dread.
Without making any noise, a huge, humanoid black shape slinked past my doorway and toward the bathroom.
I was so terrified I couldn’t breathe, didn’t want to move. That is, until all light in the basement was turned off, trapping me in complete blackness. I nearly screamed, and I jumped out of my bed, running to turn on my bedroom light and all other lights in the basement. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea but I checked the bathroom and all of the bedrooms, and found nothing, as expected. I was still being crushed by a horrible negative feeling. I ran upstairs and began to cry. My mom questioned why, but I only told her that I’d had a nightmare. I didn’t tell her what really happened until years after.
My mom comforted me until I stopped crying, and I agreed to go back to bed. I went downstairs and everything felt back to normal. The awful negative feeling was gone, and I fell asleep within minutes.
So much about this still confuses me. What the thing was, why it carried such negativity with it, why it came and left so suddenly. Like i said, I have never felt like that before (or after), in my life.
Iv'e told a couple people, and they like to tell me that it was just sleep paralysis, because shadow figures are common to see. But I’ve never had sleep paralysis. I couldn’t have-I remember moving. I was not paralyzed.
FYNK James: 7/10 Yikes! I totally would have told my mom if a humanoid shadow slinked into my room. Thanks for sharing the scares!
