Basement Visitors

From: janna (christianmarine7@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Chicago in old house
Source: Form Submission

When i was 12 my family, my sister, mom and i would go visit some other relatives of our in chicago. One day my uncle and my mom were gone to pick some company we were having up from the airport which took about 2 1/2 hours.My sister my giant alaskan malute and i were home by ourselves. The basement door was connected to the kitchen but the door did not close because the lock was broken so we had to place a chair in front of it. my sister and i were watching cartoons in the living room when all of the sudden we heard some noise coming from the kitchen like someone hiting the counter repeatedly. The noise all of the sudden got louder and louder and the dog was going nuts. my sister and i ran up the stairs to out bedroom and shut the door. we could still hear the noise. it finaly stopped after about half an hour. shortly after my mom and my uncle came in the door with our compmany. they called us down to ask us the reason of why the chair was in the middle of the kitchen and of course they didn't believe us because they're not supersticious people. but it scared the daylights out of us. there are more stories to come from happenings of chicago. this is just one of them. im scared to go back to visit now