Something is in the Basement and It's Not Happy

From: J (synn@shaw.ca)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba
Source: Form Submission

I live with my mom, my brother and two pets (a bird and a guiney pig). Our house is not old, it's around 15 years old, and it was not built over an ancient burial ground I mean come on it's winnipeg for god sake. No one lived in our house before us, we had it customily built. Yet there have been some really weird things happen that I do not understand.

My personal belongings will go missing and turn up in weird places where I would not leave them, my mom and my brother do not dare enter my room either so it could not be them, we are very big on privocy.

There are two experiences which still baffle me to this day and if someone could come up with any theory to help me understand that would be great.

One night when I was 13 I was home alone reading a book in my kitchen and I had a candle lit. All of the sudden I was aware that the room had gotten much darker. I put my book down and see that the candle had gone out. So I went and lit it again and then a breeze blew it out again. I found it weird considering there were no windows or doors open and the breeze came towards me so it couldn't have been my breath.

Then during the july 2002 my brother was away at a cabin. My mother and I went to bed around midnight one sunday night. I was awakened an hour later when I heard footsteps outside of my room. I clearly heard someone walk past my room into the kitchen and down the stairs and a couple minutes later I heard a very loud static sound. The footsteps came back up the stairs, through the kitchen and back and forth in front of my room and then just stopped.

The static sound was gradually getting louder and I didn't know what it was coming from. I thought my mom had gotten up and went downstairs but when I went to go talk to her about it she was sleeping so I woke up and told her someone was in the house. She jumped out of bed and we slowly went down the hall and throught the kitchen and we stood at the top of the stairs listening to the static sound for a bit.

I went down the stairs first incase there really was someone in the house. We turned the corner and the t.v was on. I found this to be quite weird since I had turned it off before I went to bed and the fact that the static only started after I heard the footsteps. I didn't really think much of it so we both went back to bed but I couldn't fall asleep and for the rest of the night I heard someone walking around but I couldn't even bring myself to get up and see if it was my mom.

When my brother returned home 3 days later I told him about it and he said "Oh yeah I hear him walking around all the time too." I asked him that the hell he was talking about and he said oh I've seen him before. Who or what the hell is in my house and how did it get here it wasn't here before the first incident when I was 13 so where was it for the first 11 years we lived here?