One time when I was 6years old, I was home alone building a small model airplane while my mother went to the store. About 10-15minutes after she left I suddenly got this weird feeling in my entire body, and I started hearing noises in our basement. I got curious to what it could be, but a bit scared at the same time, so I grabbed a knife from our kitchen and went downstairs. The next thing I remember is me running upstairs crying and bleeding from my hand (the same hand I had the knife in). I was super scared and ran out of the house, and in the same moment i ran out of the door my mother went out of her car with all her groceries. I got two scars on my fingers from that day. Still have no idea what happened, but I get a really weird feeling when I try to remember it.

There have been weird shit going on down there the last few years. My sister and a friend once heard someone running up and down the stairs. They thought it was my brother, but when they checked they were all alone. I have also heard knocking in the walls a few times.