AND It was fifteen years when it happened. It was in the venerable village house in Burford Ontario. I went to visit my friend and his family for a week of 2001, they recently bought a rural house that needed work. The house had a disturbing story, the previous owner hung in the basement of the house about six years ago. When I say the basement, it's more like a basement. There is no entry from the inside of the house, only from the outside, next to the main entrance to the house. The house also suffered a fire before that owner he has never repaired. The house was divided into two sections to get to the second section, which is, as he called the burned rooms, you had to go down the long corridor on the mountain, which had three rooms. One of them was my friend's room, the second bathroom and the third burned room. At the end of the corridor there was a door that led to the second part of the house. I only went once in the second part of the house, but it was destroyed.
My parents' parents, where they are currently trying to fix it, but there were still a lot of fire damage. As the week passed, they told me stories from the past: two families shared the house when one night the second part caught and killed her husband, his wife and their son. Now in a burned room in the corridor, when my friends cleaned him, pulled out the wall and behind the wall, found a can of arsenic with a kitchen spoon. Well, when I stopped there, I had the pleasure to hear what I thought was BS, Bangings, Voices and strange feelings.
One night we were in the friends of friends, preparing to bed, listening to the music quite loudly, but we were so far from everyone else that it didn't matter. We heard very noisy and suddenly knocking on the door. We rejected the music, opened the bedroom door, nobody came to the conclusion that my brother was amazed with us. Then it repeated, we didn't look, nobody. I decided to stand at the door, and when his brother knocked, I would open the door right away. So, they certainly knocked that I opened, nobody there, so I looked into the hall, and the door to the burnt section was widely open. Me and my friend sold it down and everyone was in the living room, and my friends dad told us to stop running, but we weren't.
We returned to his room with my brother, we played music, and the knock began again, this time we just rejected the music and you could hear someone running, giggling and slammed the door at the end of the corridor to the burned rooms.
And I didn't finish my friend, his brother and I all slept in this room the next night and heard someone in a burned room for about 20 minutes. The most terrifying experience in my life.
