Calin's Beach House Basement
My mother had rented plenty of places, but this time it was our first real house. It was twenty feet from the beach and spacious enough for all three of us kids plus guests. My mother wondered how she could afford it all. Hard wood floors, wrap-around porch on the second floor, beautiful french doors everywhere, and huge bedrooms. It was the nicest, biggest place we had ever lived in. Too good to be true.
We all started going to the new school and loved having all of our friends over. My sister would have friends over all the time. I always wanted to tag along behind her (which she hated), since this was the first time that we didn't share a room. Since I was only about seven years old at the time, I really wanted to hang out with my big sister.
We learned that our house used to be a doctor’s home. He was a psychiatrist. He had an office downstairs in the now empty apartment under the house. It even had its own entrance on the side of the house my mother had the key to. My sister took the key, and she and her friends went downstairs to party. They checked it out and danced for awhile around the TV watching videos. They must have forgotten about me, because soon afterwards, they left, and I was alone! I tried the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
After awhile, I decided to check out the apartment. Everything was normal, except for this one hallway. It had several doors on either side with a door at the end. There was something about the door at the end of the hall. It was a big, metal, door with just one small square window at the top of it. It made me think of a padded cell door. I wanted to look into the room to see what was in it, but as I came down the hall, I heard a noise and stopped. Then I looked up, and my blood froze! There, plastered against the glass window, was a completely white face with jet black hair! The eyes met mine, and I ran away as fast as I could. I tried to get out of the door, but it still wouldn’t move. I hid behind a small TV stand and started screaming and crying!
My sister and her friends finally came back downstairs and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, I almost knocked them all down trying to get away from there. I never went back to that apartment. My sister asked me several times what happened to scare me so bad. I never did tell her. You guys are the only ones that have ever heard this story.
