I'm not sure if I'm just being paranoid, but I think something is up. I live in an old farmhouse, and the basement is more of a cave then a conventional basement. By cave, I mean that the walls are a mixture of stone, plaster, and bricks, pipes riddle the ceiling, and you probably wouldn't want to touch the dusty floor. Anyway, this afternoon I was at my computer that is a room away from the kitchen. I heard the sound of glass breaking, so I went into my kitchen. Nothing was broken. As I still live with my parents, we all just laughed it off and one of them jokingly said that someone was in the basement. I had pushed that idea to the back of mind until about half an hour ago. I went into the basements to get a new loaf of bread (I have a refrigerator in the basement) when the idea was forcibly shoved to the front of my conscience. There was a box, and a peculiar wet spot next to it. I booked it. The door leading to my basement has a lock on it, so I made sure that no one could make it upstairs. Ways into my basement include small, ground-level windows, and a cellar door (the kind on the outside). Even though there is almost no way for any basement-dweller to get upstairs. The general thought of someone living in your home RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE is generally terrifying. Thanks nosleep, updates may be coming.
Submitted January 18, 2015 at 10:03AM by elpoodle http://ift.tt/1Auxt4B nosleep
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