thump! Thump!Katherine and Anne stopped dead in their tracks. It was the same noise they had heard minutes before! Anne felt like screaming, and Katherine wouldn’t have minded it either, but they both knew that that wouldn’t be a smart idea. Katherines feet felt frozen to the floor, but finally she forced herself to move towards the big doors, which would lead to the another room, which would lead to the exit door. “Anne,” she said, barely above a whisper. “I think we’d better go.” Anne nodded, and without another word, Katherine swooping up the recorder off of the church bench, which, needless to say was still recording, the two fled towards the church exit, which, unfortunately for them, was in the room that the basement stairs were, of which the could have sworn that the mysterious thumping had come from. As they half-ran towards the door, they gave a quick glance down the basement stairs, and seeing nothing, or no one, strangely, and creepily enough, they reached the door, stopping merely to the lock the door, which they did in a very panicky and speedy way, then fled down the many church steps. Down at the bottom, Anne picked up a big stick, and she and her sister ran down the road…toward home…and safety. It was sometime before the incident, or maybe afterward, but to be honest, I’m not really quite sure which, that their older brother, Will, and even older sister, Elizabeth, heard the same mysterious
thump! Thump! Thump!On the basement stairs of that old, old church. It was, of course, a very strange and creepy incident that the four had experienced. And even to this day (all though they have long ago moved from that state in America, in which the church stood;) the strange, awkward, and rather frightening mystery of the thumping on the stairs was never uncovered….and will remain a mystery to the four siblings and the rest of their family for the rest of their life….
This, (yipe) is honestly a true story. It's about my sisters Emma and Sarah (although I used their middle names, instead of their first.) They were recording in our church that our father pastored. But we've moved from there some time ago. Seriously sends shivers down my spine (especially when we were talking about it the other night, besides other really creepy things that have happened, but not to us. Not that I believe in ghosts. But I do find it rather thrilling, though creepy at the same tome, to talk about that sort of stuff at night ;) Creepy, huh?