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Sunday, March 22, 2015
People in the Basement
Excuse the formatting, I am typing quickly on mobile. I have to be quick, I need to sleep before the night comes.
My mother is schizophrenic, and when she used to come see me at my grandmother’s house, she would hear voices in the vents; she saw people in the basement.
This happened when I was younger, maybe 10 years ago. Anyway, lately as I have been staying with my grandmother more often, I have been hearing things at night. I need to tell someone about this. In case I do not survive the my investigation I am planning for tonight. The voices from the vents have been getting louder.
I cannot sleep at night, I stay up till the sun rises. I can hear them, and I am afraid soon I will see them. I am beginning to think my mother wasn’t being as crazy as it seemed.
Under the staircase downstairs, there is a closet, one with one of those chain locks so you can lock it from the outside. I have asked my grandma about it and she said it had been there since she moved in. The voices seem to come from there.
Tonight I will be investigating. I will go to the basement, perhaps the voices will be more than just a droning, maybe they will tell me something.
Will update tomorrow, wish me luck.
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