Here is a blog I will be updating here and there with the different supernatural events that I’ve witnessed! These are 100% real life events told from my perspective. I hope you enjoy! Please leave a comment on our home page if you enjoyed this one.
Hurricane in the Basement
It’s a Sunday around 8:15 AM in a very quiet townhouse built in the 70’s, in a predominantly white suburban neighborhood. The 3 bedroom, ranch style townhouse with a basement is empty. My 3 roommates are gone for the morning and I am attempting a nap on the couch in the living room. It’s a day like any other. Freshly turned 18, I had stayed up all night having the time of my life. Doing hoodrat shit with my hoodrat friends; None of that’s really important though. All I’m saying was, it was a regular ass Sunday Morning.
Thinking back, this place always had a real weird energy about it. Like you were never truly alone. Most of the time, you never were. Since a collection of different people my roommate liked to call “The Strange” would shuffle in and out throughout the day. But today, I was alone. It felt like I was more alone than I have ever been in this world but yet the whole house felt like it was full of energy. A buzz of sorts was in the air. I could feel it on me and in my being, but I was exhausted from being out all night partying. I just wanted to sleep.
As I began to slowly drift into the sea of sleeping, fading into the sounds of morning birds calling me away…
BANG! The unmistakable sound of a gunshot, followed by the shrill gut-wrenching scream of a woman pierces the air. I have never heard anything so terrible in a moment of such tranquility. It was as if thunder and lightning sent from Zeus, came down to smite someone right there in the living room. This was so incredibly loud it literally jolted me straight off the couch and onto the carpeted floor. To this day, many years later, I can still feel the boom resonating in my chest and the ringing of her blood curdling scream lingering in my eardrums.
Startled and scrambling around on the floor, looking to my left, then right; I frantically searched to see who had been shot. Certainly a murder had just taken place right here in the living room. I was trembling. The high pitched sound was ringing in my head and ice cold blood coursed through my veins from the woman’s scream. A few seconds passed while I sat there panting, puzzled and shaken on the ground. My eyes searched desperately looking for answers. Suddenly, I came to a terrifying realization. There was not a single living soul home with me. I was alone. Completely and more alone than I have ever truly felt and in the most unsettling way. Frantically trying to make sense of what just happened, questions raced through my head..Was I dreaming? Did I stay up too late? What the hell is going on right now?!
A little bit about me before we continue, I indulge and consume a rather questionable amount of true crime, horror and the likes of. As far back as I can remember watching television as a child. These days I find it both fascinating and useful, because the truth is, I’m paranoid. Always have been. I’ve truly done myself a terrible disservice watching true crime, Discovery Investigation and 20/20 Specials at an early and impressionable age. My two biggest fears in life are ending up in (another) horror movie situation, and also more unreasonably, spiders. Even if you don’t indulge in this fucked off genre, most people know the #1 Rule for scary movies is, YOU DON’T GET NAKED. The first one naked, ALWAYS gets it. Some of my funnier friends later would ask, “with all those scary movies you watch, shouldn’t you have known better?”
Well I didn’t. It happened to be one of my very first thoughts after I realized no one had just been murdered. Terrified and confused I stood up thinking to myself; I really don’t want to go back to sleep. How could I possibly?! Ya know what…Let’s take a shower, let’s wake up completely, maybe it was just a bad dream. Also, it’s 8:30 AM what could possibly go wrong at this time on a Sunday morning?!
In this terrified, alone-at-home moment, I decided to take a shower. Yes. A nice hot steamy shower, in the basement, to wash away the terrifying supernatural shit that literally just took place. Silly of me to think that somehow this would just erase whatever I experienced moments ago.
Distressed and thoroughly shaken, I quickly head into the basement where I reside. The basement had 2 rooms, a bathroom, and a laundry room. The bathroom is my personal bathroom in the basement, so nobody else really uses it. It is rather small and modest; featuring a standard sink, dark brown plywood cabinet above the sink/mirror directly across from the door. To the right of that door, there is a stand up shower with a plain white fabric shower curtain and toilet. No windows, nothing special, just a plain old basement bathroom.
I started the shower, stripped naked, pulled back the curtain and entered. The water pressure was strong, the hot water was soothing and I began to calm down.. Trying hard to focus on the soapy bubbles that I’ve lathered myself in, I noticed something very peculiar happening by my feet. It started out quite small, and eerily slow at first; Like a whisper on the gentlest of breezes on a bright sunny morning. The shower curtain had begun to sway ever so slightly, almost rhythmically. “Oh it must just be the wind,” I nonchalantly tried to fool myself. A few seconds of pondering this thought caused my blood to run cold again. I held my breath. I knew damn well there would be no wind in a basement bathroom that has no window. The next second felt like an eternity after realizing this. I pulled back the curtain to double check. Indeed, there was no window. Yet, somehow the curtain is beginning to blow.
Wide awake, dripping wet, and covered in an excessive amount of soapy bubbles I realize, I should probably get out soon. Nothing here is adding up and things just don’t feel right. Yet there is nothing to indicate that anything is wrong at all.
What happens next would be the most unbelievable 30 seconds of my life.
As I am desperately trying to get the bubbles off, the shower curtains begin to sway again, only this time a little stronger. I began to stare in horror and amazement as the shower curtains seemed to gain in momentum. Rhythmically, aggressively, then violently. As if a tropical hurricane or a tornado had transported itself into my stand up shower! The curtains began chaotically thrashing around. Every surface of my single person standing shower, walls and myself, were taking lashings. From the top to bottom the curtain was flailing like a child having the worst temper tantrum of the century. This was not your average curtain sway or hot shower by a long shot.
Mortified with my hands up to my head, covered in soap and too slippery to run out, I slowly began descending into a standing fetal position. Thinking some demonic shit is going down I weakly say “stop!” nothing stopped. With a little more determination I pleaded, “STOP!” again, the curtains began whipping more violently, slapping me around even harder. At this point I think I’m going to lose my mind if I already haven’t, I yelled with full conviction, the only thing my mind could grasp at, “PLEASE STOP!!!”
The curtain dropped dead immediately. It was like some fucked up kind of magic spell was released. That eerie silence filled the air once more. It was so still, I couldn’t even hear the droplets of water falling from the shower. It seemed like life and everything in it died at that precise moment. If limbo had a feeling in this world, this was it. Once again my blood ran cold. My heart thumping with such intensity I thought it would burst out of my chest.
Despite the hot shower, I felt physically numb, bewildered and dumbfounded all at the same time. All I could feel was the icy chill in the depths of my core to what had just occurred. I NEEDED to say “Please” to whatever brought the hurricane into my shower. Nearly crying and very traumatized, I began to try and wash the remaining soap off of me.
Semi-relieved that life seemed to be normalizing; I looked down while rinsing off, and to my sheer horror the curtain had begun to sway again. Almost taunting me. My eyes widened as it started up slowly and then would stop, as I began to cry and say “No, no, no more”. The curtain didn’t seem to care, after considering my feeble request, began to violently shake again. Thinking about how to please the demon in my shower I pleaded with it once more, “Please! Please stop, I don’t want it.” my voice cracking, doused in fear and a desperation I have never known. The curtain dropped dead once more.