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When I was 16 I moved in with my aunt for a few weeks leading up to her
wedding. She was paying me to help with the finish-work on her house
(paint, drywall, etc). It was creepy enough, it was an old victorian in
the middle of nowhere in Illinois. It had one of those unfinished
basements with lots of cobwebs and river-rock foundation that looked
like a dungeon. Lots of creaks and noises. It didn't bother me at first
and it didn't seem to bother my cousins.

One night we watched a scary movie on TV, I think it was *Sometimes They
Come Back*. My Aunt had a little too much wine and started telling us
about the ghost in the house. We all thought she was fucking with us so
we brushed it off.

A couple days later my cousin Mike and I were painting the bedroom off
the kitchen (old house, weird layout). We stopped for lunch and from the
kitchen we heard someone walking around upstairs. We thought my other
cousin Sarah came home and thought nothing of it. A couple minutes later
the steps came down the stairs, and they were **loud** and fast (like
that [scene from the exorcist], but much louder). Like someone who
weighed 500lbs jumping down the stairs. We had line of sight to the
landing and nobody showed. We freaked. We told my Aunt and she laughed,
she thought this shit was funny. We didn't tell Sarah (she was like 15
and got scared easy).

Well whatever it was moved onto her, she was in the basement getting her
laundry out of the drier later that night and we heard her scream bloody
murder. She came flying up the stairs and tripped on the last step,
skinning her knee. She was crying and said she heard someone walking
around down there mumbling. Said "he sounded upset", like agitated, but
she couldn't make it out. Us kids did the laundry in pairs after that.

Welp, Mike's stoner buddy heard about this and thought it would be funny
to yell at the ghosts one night. Nothing happened until *after* that
moron went home. Sarah was up in her room with the door closed and
something started banging on her door *bangbangbangbang!* We ran up
there and her door was locked, one of those old skeleton key locks that
had no way to open on either side without a key. She was freaking out in
there while Mike went to get the key from my Aunt. I could see the light
under the door and it cut out, she screamed for about 5 seconds, and
then silence. We got in there about a minute later and she had fainted
on her bed, and her shit was *everywhere*. Books, cassettes, posters
torn down. I didn't hear *anything* move after she screamed. She slept
with my Aunt after that.

The wedding came, her new husband started moving his shit into the
house, and I had a couple nights left to stay there before going home.
Everyone went over to get another load of his stuff except for me, I met
a girl and was getting ready to meet her, took a shower. I had to run
down and get my clean clothes out of the drier and didn't worry about
the ghost (no bigger motivator to face your fears than a girl). Well,
the fucking breaker tripped while I was down there. Click. Dark out.
Dungeon.

I immediately heard someone scuffling around in the corner, sounded like
someone practicing basketball moves on a dirt floor. I had my shit
halfway out of the drier and I fucking **booked**. I ran right into the
door at the bottom of the stairs which I know I left open. It was
locked. The fucky thing is this one had a latch for the lock. A latch on
the other side with the staircase. Then I heard the mumbling moving from
one side of the basement to the other one the wall opposite me. I kicked
that fucking door and a panel popped out ([old wood door]). It couldn't
break the rest so I crawled through the hole and up the stairs. That was
the moment I was most afraid, thinking something was gonna grab my feet.
I waited outside, everyone understood but my Aunt's husband, fucker
laughed at me. I wore my dirty clothes on my date, didn't matter, got
laid. Awkward teenage sex. My Aunt got divorced a few months later and
they moved out, lots of stress and fighting, lots of strange shit
exacerbating their relationships. Messed Sarah up pretty bad.

TL;DR Ghosts like fucking with locks and turning off lights.

  [Thread]: /r/AskReddit/comments/2hqjp8/stories_creepypasta_are_great_but_does_anyone/ckv9y8f/
  [scene from the exorcist]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-4f_NMUxcY
  [old wood door]: http://i.imgur.com/a9iIAur.jpg