It was the summer of 2000 and I was glad to be out of school for the summer. Every summer, we go to my grandma’s house upstate in Northern West Virginia. She lives in the mountains near Sutton. We always spend a week or two up there and to be honest, there is not much to do. I really didn’t want to go this year but my parents made me.
This was or first trip there since she moved from Knoxville. There was always plenty to do in Knoxville. Sutton is more of a ghost town. Funny that I should say that. At this point in my life, I didn’t believe in paranormal events. I was skeptical about the thought of ghost. Needless to say, after my trip, I became a believer. My life would forever be changed.
When we finally arrived, I was actually surprised that Sutton was bigger then I first imagined. I pictured a bunch of dirt roads and houses miles away from each other. My grandma lived on the outskirts of town. She bought an old beautiful Victorian house that was built in the late 1800’s. All she knew about the house was that it was owned by a man named James Farley. She bought the house very cheap. It had been on the market for 6 years. I was told nobody had lived in it since 1988.
At first glance, the outside was quite beautiful. The landscape was covered with willow trees. The front porch wrapped around the front and side of the house. The large white pillars really added a dynamic look to the house. It was a cool summer day and the fresh air was like no other I had ever taken in. When I walked in the house, I could hear every echo as I walked across the wooden floor. The two staircases in the entry room added to the house’s elegant look. “Maybe this won’t be so bad”, I whispered to myself.
My grandpa passed away in 1994 and when I was a kid, I use to go to his basement and work with him. He used to work on about anything that he could. When I saw the basement, it reminded me of him. He left so sudden and I never got to tell him that I love him. I sure hope he knows that I did. I carry his name with me always and no one can take that away. Anyway, I like being in that type of environment. I enjoy being around the tools and dust. I take in the air and it reminds me of the past. This basement was different though. You get that feeling like someone is watching you. There really wasn’t much of anything down there. A few mason jars and some very old chrome cleaner was all that was there. As I turned around and began to walk up the stairs, I heard a whisper. “I know I just didn’t hear that”, I thought. My heart began to beat like a Yankee drummer boy. I was frozen. I was scared to turn around and scared to run. “I’m hearing things. There is no way I heard that”, I reassured myself. The still in the air made me very uncomfortable. I quickly regained my wits and turned around. “Hello”, I said softly. “Maybe it was a rat”, I stated while shaking my head. “Richard”! “Aaahhh”, I yelled! I ran to the stairs only to see my cousin Beth. “Grandma want you”, she said smiling. “What a creepy looking basement”. “Yeah, creepy” I said with caution. I left and didn’t give it second thought.
For some reason, the next morning I found myself wanting to go back down into the basement. I sit there on the stairway and listened. I must of sit there for a good hour and heard nothing. I never made out the whisper but I knew it sounded like English. No one was with me down in the basement. The voice came from the inside of the basement. I know it did. “What else could it be”?, as I questioned myself. “Here we go”, I said confidently. “Who’s in here”?, I demanded. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow. “Who’s that”?, I yelled backing up into the corner. “No way, no way, no way”, I repeated. There was no hesitation on my escape as I darted up the stairs and slammed the door.
I had to go for a walk and examine my thoughts. I saw a shadow, but it was more of a black mist then anything. At that point and time, I could not sleep. I laid in bed for 6 hours that passed so slowly. I began to hear in great detail. I could here the fly across the room, many feet away. I could hear someone going down the steps on the other side of the house. I was committed on hearing something that I couldn’t explain, but I heard nothing.
I couldn’t explain the urge I had to walk back to the basement, almost like something wanted me there. So the last night that I was here, I decided to go back down there. I finally used my head and I grabbed a flashlight from the shopping mall. When I went into the basement before, I couldn’t really take a look around. There were no lights and it was pretty dark. The only light that came in was from the doorway at the top of the stairs.
I began to get goose bumps as I walked down the stairs. It felt like I wasn’t supposed to be there. The flashlight was a big help. The basement was a lot bigger then I first had thought. Back in the corner of the basement was a smaller section of bricks that look like it went out from the house into the backyard area. “I don’t know about this”, I said silently. I began to crawl through the tiny space. I cannot stand to feel trapped. I tried shining my light but I couldn’t see the end. “Forget this”, as I made up my mind. As I began to back away, I heard a loud clash. “Oh no”, I replied. “oh no, oh no, oh no”. “Where is it”?, I continued to ask myself. “Where did it come from”? At this time, I am in panic mode. I can’t get out of the maze fast enough. I am trying to turn around and it is just too tight to make a move. At last, I was back in the basement. I left the flashlight back in the tunnel and I wasn’t about to go back in there. I now have to find my way back to the staircase. Once again, it is quiet, but I have this feeling that something or someone is in here with me. “Great”, I thought trying to work myself to the stairs. I just decide to quit moving and I just stood still as I could. I close my eyes at this point because I am tripping out. What else can I do?
What seemed life a lifetime had passed, which was probably more like ten minutes. I heard nothing. As I gathered myself for my next move, I feel someone touching my back. Needless to say, it was like lighting a match under my, well you know. “HHHEELLPPPPP”!!!!!, I yelled running. Never run like crazy in the dark screaming. I took a mental picture when I had the flashlight but my calculations were off. I ran right into a four x four beam bar and that is all I remember of that night. I remember waking up the next morning and packing to go back home.
I know what I experienced that week and it was nothing of this world. I know someone touched me but my parents insist that I am crazy. Something is out there. Some kind of life after death. None the less, it was a vacation that I will never forget.