“I used to live in a home in Kentucky when I was young. There are numerous experiences that I had there, and I was always very frightened in the home. I was 4, maybe 5. I am now 20 years old, and I remember clearly everything that happened to me and the things I felt in that house. I have recently learned some history about the place, but I can’t say it it’s true or not as I can’t find any records.
My grandparents’ room was right off the living room, and to get to my room (which I shared with my mother) you had to go through my grandparents’ room through a little hallway to the back room (my room). In that hallway, was the door that led to the basement. I would never walk through that hallway. I would bolt through to get to my room. I always felt that something was going to happen if I went slowly down that hallway. Something evil was there. On numerous occasions, I would hear what sounded like chains rattling in the basement. My aunt tells me now that it might have been where slaves were held at one point.