I swear my Grandmother's house was haunted. Me and my siblings were terrified to spend the night there.

Late at night, we could hear loud footsteps coming up the hallway steps. Me and my sister would be in our beds with the covers over our heads waiting for "it" to enter.

Grandma was fearless, and would order whatever it was to depart in the name of GOD. We'd then hear something walking back down the stairs and fade into the distance.

There was a tunnel in the basement under the stairs big enough for a child to climb into. It was so deep, you couldn't see the end. No one knew where it went, and we weren't about to go exploring. My train set was right next to the hole...

Our town was known for hidden tunnels used by mobsters, so maybe it had something to do with that.