The basement door has been left open a number of times recently – I know I’m not leaving it open and Wendy says she’s not leaving it open, and she has been getting really annoyed. She thinks I’ve been doing it to mess with her, and to try to get her to believe in my ‘supernatural nonsense’, so I came up with the idea of setting up the video camera to watch the door for a while. Wendy thought it was a ridiculous idea, of course – and why wouldn’t she? One of us has to be the one leaving the basement door open, because rationally, that’s the only thing that makes sense.
I set up the camera and plugged it in (the battery only lasts about an hour and I wanted it to record more than that), and then we just kind of went about our morning normally. Around midday we headed out for lunch and then hit a few stores and went to the movies – the camera was recording the whole time. When we got home, the basement door was closed and Wendy was only too happy to point that out, but I decided to watch the footage anyway – I don’t know why, I guess I just hate being proven wrong. Watch the video – it proved something, there’s no doubt about that.
Wendy didn’t want to believe the video at first, but you can’t watch this and NOT see something terrifying. Again, the house was totally empty, nobody was home. About two and a half hours into the video, I saw the door slowly open on it’s own – you can even hear the doorknob and see it turn, and then you see the door open super slowly, the hinges creaking the whole way. Then you can see – I don’t even know how to describe it without sounding crazy, but it’s so clear in the video – you can see the shadow of ‘something’ that clearly leaves the basement after the door opens. A moment after the shadow passes, the door slams shut. You can also hear that blasphemous whispering in the background, starting when the door opens and then ending as soon as that shadow leaves the basement. It makes my hair stand up every time I hear it, it scares the hell out of me.
Wendy was shaking when I showed her this footage (though I think I was shaking more). She can’t deny it any more; she knows there was nobody in the house, and even if there was someone there, with the angle and coverage from the camera you would see them. This is something else, something I can’t explain. Something to do with my grandfather and great-grandfather, and that cursed steamer trunk, and it’s very real.
What are we going to do?