posted on Oct, 24 2003 @ 08:55 AM
When I was 8-10 years old, my grand ma lived in this really old house, 2 story. Upstairs was the only bathroom along with 2 bedrooms. I hated going
upstairs. While up there everything was ok, but when you walked to the top of the steps to come down, look out, I became very scared and upset, the
best way to describe it, is that it felt as though all of the evil in the world was behind the walls leading down the steps and was ready to grab you
and pull you in. I used to run and slide down the steps, just to get down quickly. I also was not the only family member to feel this, my mom and some
cousins said that they felt the same way.
the house is gone now, has been for about 20 yrs, I wish I could have visited it while older, just to see.