The Boy In The Basement

January 17, 2012

my cousin owns a home in upstate NY, its nearly 200 years old. The first night that I am there I wake up in the the middle of the night to take a piss (I am about 11 or 12 at the time). I open the bathroom door and standing right in the middle of the bathroom looking at me, like, “hey, I’m in here”. He was a little boy of about 6-8 in 1920s or 30s attire! I freaked screamed and slammed the door, opened it and he was gone. My scream was enough to wake up everyone in the house. I was told that it was nothing and to go back to sleep. It wasnt for another several years that my cousin told me that there was a small boy that died their around the depression, he had fallen down the bumb waiter that lead from that bathroom to the washroom in the basement!! I still remember the kids face vividly (I’m 23 now). and it still gives me goosebumps when I give it any serious thought….

– Posted by abeuntstudiainmores ; Reddit


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