A new owner of an old house discovered a small locked door under the basement steps with a warning not to open. Regardless, she opens the door and soon realizes that it may have been a mistake.
This incident occurred in the Autumn of 2014 and was forwarded to me by a third party:
"Last month, my husband and I finally bought our dream house. It's on the edge of a large forest and I love it. It's a little paradise hidden by the large pine trees that grow on the premises. I honestly don't know where my backyard ends and the forest starts. When I lie in bed and let the sounds of the forest sing me to sleep. I feel truly at peace. That house is everything I ever dreamed of.
I'm a musician and usually I work from home, so for me, the transition out of New York City and into the country wasn't too big. My husband, however, had to quit his job. He gave notice last week and still has one week to go. We had to leave our old apartment a few days ago, so for the time he is staying with a friend, while I have already moved to our new house. This week, it would just be me and our two dogs.
Now, this situation by itself is not for the faint-hearted, the woods can be scary, especially at night and it gets pretty lonely out there. But as fate will have it, this week some strange things have started to happen.
It all started on Sunday. I was unpacking boxes of our books and CDs when, by accident, I opened a box of Christmas decorations. My husband and I had decided for our unused stuff to be stored in the basement, as it was just a cement hole anyway. A cold, windowless room not much bigger than a walk-in closet. I walked down the wooden stairs and dropped the box in a corner when I noticed there was a small hatch on the wall under the staircase. Initially, I got really excited, as I thought it was a safe or something. But then I noticed there was only a latch on it to lock it from the outside. I wondered if it could be a door, but the opening was quite narrow. A small person, such as myself, would maybe fit, but say, my husband, would have trouble fitting through.
Stepping closer, I noticed a small plaque, that said: "KEEP SHUT AT ALL TIMES." I opened it anyway. There really wasn't anything to see, though. It was really dark inside and the light from the basement was way too dim to light it at all. From inside came a clicking or snapping kind of noise. Not quite rhythmic but frequent enough that I thought it maybe was some type of machine. I didn't dare stick my head or limbs in for fear of getting electrocuted or cut in half, so I shut the hatch and resolved to take a look when I'd unpacked my flashlight.
In the following days, things got pretty weird.
On Monday the dogs were going nuts. As soon as the first one stopped barking the other would start again. They were just barking into nothing, dark corners, or the ceilings in rooms that weren't lit.
Tuesday the dogs fortunately had quieted down. However, that night, while making dinner in the kitchen, I heard the same clicking that came from the space behind the hatch. It originated from the corner of the living room, which was only barely illuminated by the light from the kitchen. I approached quietly, but when I was about to flip the switch, one of the dogs flew past me and barked at whatever it was that made the noise and the noise stopped. I turned on the light, but nothing was there. When I called my husband that night I told him I thought we had an infestation of some sort.
Then, at night, things got really weird. I was in bed, sleeping soundly when I woke up from one of the dogs scratching the door from outside the bedroom. I cringed as I heard its nails drag across the fresh paint, but I didn't let it in. Almost immediately I drifted back to sleep.
That morning, one of the dogs decided to pull me out of my slumber by aggressively licking my face. I groggily pushed it off and pulled the sheets over my face when I remembered the scratching. I cursed and hastily got up to check if he'd ruined the door, but then I noticed both the dogs were in my bedroom. Whatever had scratched the door last night was not one of my dogs (oh and it ruined the door by the way, nice). Also, when I went down for breakfast I noticed the bowl of dog food was completely empty, even though I'd just refilled it the night before. When I called my husband that evening I told him I thought we had an infestation of something big.
You might think that I would have been scared at this point, but I hadn't quite connected the dots and we live in an old house, so I figured anything was possible.
After calling my husband I sat down with a book and a glass of wine out on the porch. Despite it being November, the weather this week was quite pleasant and I love feeling the cold breeze across my cheeks as I'm tucked under a warm blanket. I hadn’t really noticed how exhausting this week had been, but not ten minutes into reading I fell asleep.
It must have been past midnight when I woke up from the motion-activated lights in the backyard switching on. Half asleep I turned to look and what I saw shocked me wide awake. About thirty feet away stood a tall, slender humanoid figure. It was hunched over as it drank from the birdbath we had just put in the garden a few days ago. For a few seconds, I just sat there, frozen in fear, watching it drink. The creature had long, thin limbs and its skin was pitch black. It also had a long thin tail! Like a shadow that just rose from the pavement and became a person. It seemed emaciated, the bones were sticking out so far under its dry skin it looked as if they were gonna pop out. And when it rose up, it's face... God, that face will haunt me forever. Its clouded grey eyes lay way too deep in its skull.
And it was looking right at me. For a second I thought that was the end of me, but then it just backed away into the darkness. As it sinks into the shadows it becomes immediately invisible. I heard the leaves rustle further into the woods and it was gone.
I locked myself and the dogs in the bathroom and quietly cried until sunrise. I eventually gathered up the courage to get out. That was this morning. I called my husband and told him everything. He said he'd come over ASAP. He should be here before dinner.
I decided to unpack some more boxes today, to take my mind off of it all. But while putting more boxes in the basement, to my horror I discovered the hatch was all the way open. I definitely closed it on Sunday. I'm a hundred percent sure. I must not have locked it. Whatever was in there, it's out." S
NOTE: I was given a contact email, but I did not receive any response, even though the third party says that they received my request for more information. All I know is that the couple eventually moved out of the house, but no reason was given as to why. Lon
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