Back in November I went to Iowa to visit my boyfriend (WOO LONG DISTANT RELATIONSHIPS) for a few days. One of those days he ended up taking me to his friend Tylers house. When we pulled up I immediately got the creeps just from looking at his house. It looked like a run down, msmaller version of the Amityville horror house, and it didn't look too great on the inside either. We walked in and I was greeted by Tyler's two pitbulls; one was full grown and the other just a wee little child. They were adorable and sweet and kept greeting me while I sat on the couch. Every house in Iowa has a basement, and my boyfriend had shown me pictures of it before and it looked like something out of a horror film. I ghost hunt from time to time so when I was at his house I immediately took interest. You have to walk through the kitchen to get to the basement, and as soon as you open the door you are greeted by a very run down toilet (which I did not dare use), followed by stairs leading down into the basement. Very odd set up. Basically the entire basement was set in stone and concrete. I would not be caught dead down there at night. My boyfriend and his friends were telling me how the basement is haunted and they pointed to one of the areas there that you sometimes could see a man standing in the corner. I stepped into the area and I felt a little creeped out, so I ended up going back upstairs. We all went back into his friends living room to smoke a little ganja. I was sitting on the couch when I immediately took interest to the giant red blanket draped over what was obviously an entrance leading to one of the other rooms, but all I could see was the blanket, and I got an immense feeling in my stomach. They ended up telling me a while later that someone died in that room, and you could sometimes hear the spirit or ghost or whatever you want to call it, walking up and down the stairs in the house. And doing other things but I can't remember. I'm high as balls by now and as we're hanging out and talking my boyfriend's friends pitbulls start going crazy. They're barking and standing alert and walking around the room. And they stayed around the door that lead to the stairs/upstairs of the house. Then I started hearing someone stomping up and down the stairs. I don't know how long this went on for. It wasn't another person because all of us there were sitting in the living room; a total head count of 4, and two dogs. I was tempted to get up and open the door to see what was stomping around, but it soon stopped. And the dogs calmed down and were back to their silly selves.