When I was about five my family moved to Bangor, Maine. We rented a house from an old woman. It was three stories and it seemed like a normal house. Well, I was wrong. The first couple of days everything went well. I shared a room with my thrre year old sister. One night before I went to bed my mom asked me to bring the laundry downstairs to the washing-mashine. I had never been downstairs up until that point. I thought it would be a normal basement but it wasn't. When I was walking down the steps I saw a bunch of handprints on the wall. I thought they must of been herkids or something like that until I got down the steps. They were all over the walls. Well, our basement didn,t have any carpet so it was concrete. I looked down on the ground and I saw a red liquid. I thought it might be some nail polish but when I got down closer I realized what it was. It was blood. I thought my mom had cut herself so I kept on walking towards the washinh-mashine. There were some clothes drying in the washing-machine; they were girl clothes. I checked to see whose they were and they weren'y mine or my sisters so I got really scared. I picked them up to get a better look at them and they had blood stains on them. I dropped the clothes and ran up to my mom and told her what I saw. She didn't believe me so I told her to go look for herself but thay were gone. My mom was very angry with me so she made me do the laundry every night so I wouldn't do things like that anymore.

In the morning when I woke up I watched the news. A girl had gone missing. The same thing kept happening every night, and every morning a girl went missing. I was down to doing laundry for my whole life until one night. I did the laundry as usual and then I went to bed. My mom had missed some clothes so she went to go wash them. And then I heard a scream; it was my mom. There was a half-alive girl on our basement floor. She was moaning. She said a ghost took her and raped and started to beat her up. She said he was just about to kill her when he heard somebody coming down the stairs. He fled outside. We reported it to the policeand they came to investigate. They never found anything except for thr girl's dead bodies. The house is now vacant and is closed off. But only the brave ones venture off;and the girls who go never come back.