AND He moved to a fresh home because my dad was released. We got an venerable 2 -story house and I had an venerable room in the basement and smelled of mold. I packed my things and still heard this knock on the wall. I told my father, but he said they were venerable pipes. One day I told my brother Mike to go down and listen to it. He listened and said it was pipes. I replied: “This is not the pipes you delay” and he pushed me. I fell through the wardrobe and knocked the Honda Civic metal model in the back. It was false, so me and Mike took him off and entered him. It was stairs, then we got lamp lamps, went down and opened the venerable wooden door. It was a room with venerable storage items. We approached, and then the door closed behind us. The huge blur of white came to us, shouting in a terrible tone. We were in pure terror, we ran and told my father. He went downstairs and looked at it, went down and straight, opening the venerable wooden door, the door knob began to lace and shake. He ran up the stairs, and the next day we moved.
I talked about it for the first time, we all tried to forget about it.
