`PsuedoNom` [Thread]

This is a both seen and heard story for all those people who read buried
posts.

My parents were drug addicts. When I was young, we had a nice home, but
slowly, as I matured we started living in shittier homes. When I was a
teenager we rented a decent size, but rundown house in a weird
neighborhood. On moving day, we set out exploring, excited to see that
the unfinished basement at least had a semi-finished laundry room.
Underneath the stairs in that laundry room, there were some child like
drawings on the walls. A picture of 5 family members, including a baby,
with the caption "Our new home." It was a little weird, but whatever
kids draw in random fucking places, we just covered up the art and used
the laundry room.

That basement was super creepy, their was always a feeling of something
watching you. All of us experienced some kind of weird thing in this
house. Now, I've believe in ghosts because of an earlier experience I've
had in a much older house, but I still remain skeptical.

Everyone who stayed with us or visited us reported hearing a voice of a
little boy behind them at random times during the day. It was always the
same thing: "Rah!" the noise that little kids always make when they are
trying to scare you. We all kind of ignored it, dismissed it or lived
with it.

One day, I was home alone and sitting on the computer doing my online
classwork, when I started to hear this weird buzzing noise. I ignored it
for awhile, but it just kept going, this steady buzzing noise. No one
was home, even my dog was gone. I waited until my dad came home from
work and fell asleep on the couch and decided to investigate. By then,
the noise had been going for about 2 hours. I eventually followed the
noise downstairs and saw my dad's electric hair clippers, turned on and
just buzzing all over the bathroom floor. I was really confused as to
how this happened. I turned the clippers off and heard an impatient sigh
come from the otherside of the basement. Not thinking, I just said,
"sorry." and noped the fuck out of there. I got back upstairs and woke
my dad up and told him he left his clippers on, hoping for an
explanation. He told me he lost his clippers weeks ago and told me to go
get them from the basement.

The last thing that happened was something that really cemented the fact
that there was something weird in that house in the minds of our whole
family. My mother, brother, sister and I were all getting ready to leave
the house. Keys in hand, shoes on and all of us walking towards the
door. My brother stops at the fridge and says to us, "I'm going to take
this last Pepsi, ok?" ALL OF US heard from the basement, a distinctly
child-like voice, I'd say a boy around 4 or 5 shout, "NO!" in direct
response to this statement. It was so clear; it was that bratty toddler
NO that so many parents are familiar with.

We all solemnly looked at each other, confirmed in each other's eyes
what we just heard and hurried to the car as naturally as possible. That
is probably the only house I was HAPPY to hear we got evicted from.

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