I recognize that we are nearing the end of March, but the nice weather makes me want to go camping, and camping means sitting around a camp fire, and camp fires mean scary stories. And I have one.
Last fall, our little family was living in a big condo that belonged to Scott's grandparents. After his grandfather passed away and his grandmother went to live in assisted living, we were stuck in limbo and so the family graciously let us live in the condo while they tried to sell it.
We moved the day before Halloween, but didn't sleep there so I hadn't really been in it yet. At about dusk on Halloween day, I decided I would swing by the condo, grab a few things and get the girls ready for trick or treating at my sister-in-law's house. We went in, and I showed Georgia around while Ruthie slept in her carseat in the living room. The condo had three levels that included a basement. Right outside the living room was a small deck and little concrete area at the bottom a few steps. I had never been down there before, and in my exploration went under the deck. There was a little paved area that sat against the windows to the basement. I thought it looked like a fun place for Georgia to play, so I called her out to see.
Georgia loved this new little place, and in her running around she went to go hit the windows. She almost touched them when she got really startled, and jumped backwards. She was quiet (this is not a good sign) and ran back towards me. During this, I saw a curtain in one of the windows move, as if someone had walked past and hit it.
My first thought was "Oh! I must have been mistaken! This must not be the basement to THIS condo, and we are probably bugging someone!"
But as we walked up the steps to get back the in house, I realized that those windows were DEFINITELY to the basement of our condo. I was pondering all of this as I tied Georgia's shoes when she very calmly said:
"That man scary."
I asked her what man? She pointed outside and said "The man out there."
Now, it's important to know that while my two year old saying those things was CREEPY, I didn't feel IN DANGER. I packed us all up and thought it would be a good idea to check the basement.
At the top of the steps my mind started screaming:
"Are you an IDIOT?! You're just going to walk down to this basement like a dumb girl in horror movie on HALLOWEEN and what? Check closets? What if you find someone down there, scare them, and they knock you out? You have two little girls who need you. Also, your phone is almost dead."
Yeah. After all of the Law and Order SVU episodes I have watched in my life, the worst thing I could think of to happen to me was GET KNOCKED OUT. So stupid.
So I chose not to be dumb and I left the house. Later, I told my in-laws who went back to the house and changed the locks, and checked all of the rooms. In retrospect, I probably should have called the police. But like I said, I didn't feel danger until I stood at the top of the steps to the basement.
We never had any problems while living there. Georgia didn't mention any other scary men and we had plenty of people come and stay in that basement. I honestly think someone was probably sleeping down there (saw all the moving going on and didn't think anyone would come at 4 o'clock in the afternoon), saw Georgia, got spooked and took off. If they wanted to hurt us or steal anything they would have.
Still. To this day, that was probably the creepiest thing that has ever happened to me.