"My Cousin's House had 3 Basements, We NEVER Went in the Third" Creepypasta

even from a young age I knew both of my cousins were liars they always came up with these ridiculous stories to make their lives sound more interesting it was harmless stuff you know like how their absentee father was actually rich and buying them Disney World or how they had long-distance boyfriends who were totally real and super mature and had mustaches and everything or even how they had spotted a celebrity at a supermarket and were now best friends they're proof was unconvincing trinkets they had allegedly received as gifts handwritten letters and even magazine cutouts they tried to pass off as photos they had taken that's why when they had moved to the next town over and claimed their new basement was haunted I took it with a grain of salt as it turns out I should have used that metaphorical salt and ported around myself in a protective circle because a few weeks after they had settled in my sister and I were invited over for a sleepover and I got to see their basement for myself I was expecting to find proof that my cousin's were lying again but as you can deduce from the fact that I'm posting about it on here my investigation didn't go quite as planned the night had happened I was about 10 years old not the youngest in our two families that honor went to my cousin Natalia who is three months my junior but I was young enough that my account of what happened was called into question by my aunt and uncle who insisted that I had let my imagination get the better of me while I never spoke of it again to my family I maintained still to this day over 20 years later that it was all completely real but enough setting up here's my story you can judge it for yourself my sister cousins and I spent the day chatting in their room while our parents mingled our conversations were periodically interrupted by the whistle of a train in the distance followed immediately by the ground trembling ever so slightly as it passed in proximity to the house once in a while one of my cousin's would mention the haunted basement but rather than to quench my curiosity they insisted we wait until nightfall before going down to see it for the first time I can still remember the torturous family supper which dragged on and on even as I watched the sunlight fade from the kitchen window then there were the dishes and after that the long goodbyes my parents have left us for the night with assurances that they'd be back in the morning to pick us up yes yes night mom night dad love you too please leave I have a haunted basement to explore I thought finally it was time my sister grabbed the Ouija board we had brought with us and we headed downstairs with a stern warning from my aunt not to enter the third basement whatever that meant allow me to set the scene because the layout of their basement was pretty odd and I had never seen anything like it since the stairs led down into a large room which felt much smaller due to all the junk piled into it it was packed floor to ceiling with only a small carpeted area with a couch in the middle for us to sit on there was a door that opened to a second room and since there was one step down to this second room we called it the second basement clever I know this one was emptier with nothing but the washer and dryer on the far end the room was maybe a half the size of the first basement but there was much more space to move around in then there was the door to the third basement it is really more of a window carved straight into the drywall on the side of the stairs in hindsight I realized this must have been some sort of storage space under the stairs rather than an actual room but since there was no light and it was packed full of miscellaneous items and since my aunt herself had referred to it as the third basement I assumed it was more than that we spent the majority of the evening in the first basement which would look like it had come straight out of your quintessential horror movie I'm talking dust a random rocking chair creepy dolls you name it it had it I believe the home belonged to an old woman who passed away and my aunt and uncle got a dirt-cheap at an estate sale all the old junk included they hadn't sorted through all of it yet so there was still a lot of boxes and the like there was an atmosphere of creepiness lingering in the air I can't really describe it but it was like this electric sensation you know when someone's standing behind you it's like you know they are there even if they are dead quiet the first basement gave off that feeling faintly the second basement was a bit worse and the closer I'd get to the third the worse at God like I was touching the surface of an old CRT monitor that was turned on as we were sitting in the first of the three basements my cousin spotted a letter on the rocking chair even as a kid I caught on to the conspiratorial looks between my older and younger cousins as they handed the letter to my sister and I the paper was old parchment or made to look like it at least had this perfume scent to it and was written in black cursive I could tell it was made to look old but I wasn't fooled it was dated about 300 years prior which if I knew my history correctly predated the first settlement in the region it was a love letter from some lady to her soldier husband I only remember the gist of it but basically he had gone off to war and she had found out he had been killed don't ask me why she was writing to him if she thought he was dead so she was going to throw herself on the train tracks that night over her grief one of my cousins explained that the third baseman connected to a tunnel that connected to the train station near their house and that the woman had slipped out of her room in the middle of the night when through the third baseman and had died strange that she should know this since we had only just discovered the letter again I didn't really believe any of this but the story lingered at the back of my mind as we started playing with the Ouija board did a few physical illusion games and finally played truth or dare it was all innocent at first who liked who in school get locked in the second basement for two minutes in the dark could do a headstand etc finally the choice came to me again and not wanting to admit my crush on Amanda the girl who sat behind me in math class I picked dare my older cousin dared me to go into the third baseman I only had to stay in there for a moment just long enough to say I had done it but my whole body had to pass the threshold whoa boy I wasn't ready for that one I pleaded with my cousin to give me a different dare because we had been explicitly told not to go into the third basement truth was I didn't care about the rules I was just too scared to go in the rule was just an excuse not to unfortunately the three girls ganged up on me making chicken noises and flapping invisible wings my only choices were go through with the dare or live my life and shame having no other option I relented and slowly entered the second basement I dragged my feet all the way to that strange above-ground door window thing silently hoping either my cousin would change her dare or my aunt would come down and save me neither of those things happened my guts were nodding it I could feel the air getting denser and denser my cousins and sister were standing by the doorway between the first and second basements watching me as I reached for the door frame of the door window I heard a few hushed do its and go on but the encouragement didn't help ease my fear I stood there for at least a minute trying to garner the courage to hoist myself into what I assumed was some sort of small crawlspace like room I closed my eyes I inhaled deeply and then I kicked off the ground I pulled my upper body into the third basement in the limited space available to me it was tight and dark and even with my leg still hanging over the edge I felt trapped you have to go all the way in shouted my cousin I swallowed hard and crawled forward and then just as I was trying to turn back around to see if I had made it all the way through I heard a click and was plunged into absolute darkness they had turned off the light to the second baseman and I could hear them giggle as they shut the door between the first and second rooms in a panic I turned around and swiped into the dark to try and find the edge of the door window so I could climb back out but for some reason all I could feel were walls objects and boxes it made no sense this was a small area packed with things it shouldn't have been hard to find the only doorway because there hadn't been any space for me to go there had only been enough room for a child to crawl into and turn around nothing more it was boxes on the left boxes on the right and a wall straight ahead and yet there I was scuttling along like a soldier crawling through the trenches actually traveling some distance in a room that didn't have the space and then I worried there was some truth to Mike a story about the house being connected to the train station what if I wasn't even in the house anymore what if I was already in the tunnels my cousin's laughter grew more and more distant until it faded completely I crawled and crawled but I still couldn't find the door what if I fell under the train tracks and got sliced in half I reached a junction which at first I mistook for the door window relieved I reached my hand down expecting to meet thin air but instead I hit cold solid concrete I desperately pot around trying to get the lay of the land there was a solid wall in front of me and corridors on either side wherever they led I reasoned it wasn't back to the door window I knew I hadn't passed a Junction earlier so I tried squeezing myself back the way I came that's when I felt it a wall a solid freakin wall behind me I swear to you the path I had just come from was completely gone I held back tears as I realized this still somehow afraid that if I cried my cousin's would turn on the lights jump out at me and I'd be the laughingstock of the family I turned left having read something somewhere about how it was easier to get out of mazes if he just picked a single direction and followed it what followed was the single most horrific moment in my entire life as I finished the turn into the tight left passageway still crawling completely alone in the dark I felt something reach out and grab my leg at this point I started screaming and crying for help laughingstock be damned it wasn't like my pant leg it just gotten stuck on something I remember feeling like there were multiple fingers squeezing my ankle and pulling me into the somehow blacker darkness of the right tunnel I then began to hear a train approaching the horn blares and the sound was so loud I could have sworn it was right on top of me the room began to tremble and I know it wasn't just me shaking like a leaf because I could feel dust or sand or something falling on top of me from the ceiling the hand tugged hard I was convinced the ghost of that heartbroken woman who had thrown herself on the tracks over three hundred years ago had somehow gotten ahold of me and was dragging me over the tracks to hell I don't know have company in the afterlife maybe revenge who knows the train was growing closer and closer and the pole was getting stronger and stronger dragging me away as I tried to hold on to anything for dear life the grip remained firm even as I kicked and screamed my heart was racing my body was shaking from the outside in and the inside out and sweat dampened my clothing I was convinced I was about to die and then I saw a light at the end of the tunnel or should I say a light coming from the second basement all of a sudden the shaking stopped the grip around my ankle loosened and I felt another grip this time around my arm it was my aunt and she had latched on to me she dragged me out of the third basement looking damn upset as she pulled on me I felt unseen fingers cresting over the heels of my feet clawing at me as they tried weakly to hold onto the arch of my foot before they released me fully as soon as I was back on solid ground I turned around and looked back at the third basement but all I could see were boxes on the left boxes on the right and a blank concrete wall in the far back [Music]

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Length: 15min 37sec (937 seconds)

Published: Sat Nov 10 2018