Okay, I've lived in this house since i was three. i never remember anything then but i did have an experience when i was ten. i was having a sleepover when i was ten with my two very good friends kari and sam. we had so much fun staying up but we finally fell asleep. We were sleeping in the basement which looked exactly like a fully furnished living room. I woke up at about 2:30 in the morning and turned towards the pool table to go back to sleep. But i was so scared cuz there was a man under the pool table. it looked like a black man and he was was dragging one of his feet and it looked hurt. I woke up my friends quietly and turned back to find nothing there. The next day we did a saance down there to make sure that there wasn't a ghost. While we were doing it we heard a noise in the bathroom. So I went to check it out. all the toilet paper was rolled out all the towels were on the ground and the soap was everywhere. my dad didn't believe me and for punishment i had to clean it all up. my friends and i were so scared and we never sleep down there anymore.