I had been reading about this great haunted house on the internet. People wrote about how you couldn't even make it to the third floor of this big abandoned building, because if you tried - whatever ghosts and demons that were in the house would attack you and throw you back down to the bottom levels. Apparently my girlfriend and I decided that we weren't afraid, and that we wanted to spend the night in this house. We went in the evening, packing only a sleeping bag, nightlight, and small radio.
We went in the house and made it up to the second floor. We plugged in our radio, put down the sleeping bag and tried to lay there and go to sleep. The building was completely dark except for the nightlight that we plugged in at the end of our extension cord, and it was very cold. Within a few minutes, the radio suddenly stopped working - leaving the house silent, other than the gusty wind noises from outside and the creaks and rattles from upstairs on the third floor. My girlfriend started getting scared, so I grabbed extension cord and pulled the nightlight closer to us. The glow only allowed us to see about three or four feet around us, leaving the rest of the house in darkness.
We decided to get up and investigate the third floor, to figure out why the lights wouldn't come on and why our radio wouldn't work anymore. By now it was very late in the night, and as we came to the giant staircase that led to the third floor, we saw my dad coming down them. His eyes were open big, stuck in this creepy stair - as if he'd seen a ghost. (duh) We were getting ready to take a few steps up the stairs when he warned us that we shouldn't even be in the house, let alone trying to visit the third floor. We took a few steps up onto the stairs anyway, and the boards creeked and almost fell through - since they were rotton from exposure to the wind and rain through holes in the roof and the broken windows nearby. Before we could even make it half-way up the stairs, a wind came bursting out of the door at the top - knocking us on our backs at the bottom of the staircase. We immediately left the haunted house then... but even after we left, we felt like something had followed us... like the ghosts hadn't stayed in the house.
