my house is haunted. for the last 40 years, i have lived in the same house...an old 3 storey brick victorian....i purchased it from my parents when they were finally sick of climbing stairs...when you have lived in one place so long, you become accustomed to all the noises...creaks and groans...a house can make....they usually only register now in my sub-conscious, but if i stopped to listen i could tell you the speed and direction of the wind just by the sound the old house makes. i guess i should clear up one thing first...i am a sceptic....i have never subscribed to a belief in the "otherworldly"...in fact i have always been cynical of other's beliefs when it comes to spooks, poltergiests or ghostly apparitions...after the events of last night, i am still a sceptic but i am will have less cynism towards true believers...i am now open to any and all suggestions that don't involve 1) a ouija board 2) slaughtering chickens and hanging their entrail on my tree or 3) a visit to the nut-hatch. i should also clear up one other thing...and yes, i am ashamed to admit it to the otf :embarassed: before last nights events i had not made my aquaintance known to the beers left in my fridge....the previous night, i did introduce myself to all but two bottles....i think i must have caught a bug from one while we all sat around watching the game on tv....so i was completely sober and suffering all alone with just a hint of the aforementioned stomach flu.(it is going around) it was well past midnight; and i was in my room on the top floor reading...now i know what you are thinking...horror book right?...the fact is my reading material for the night was closer to the fantasy and scifi genre than the macabre or supernatural....the title of the book keeping me from my pillow was the canadian income tax act, [R.S.C. 1985, c. 1 (5th supp.)]. i was just about ready to call it a night when i heard a noise coming up the stairs behind me...it took me a second to place the sound though...it was the clicking of the dog's nails on the wooden steps as she made her way up the stairs...i say it took me a second to place the sound because i had never heard it before...the dogs had never been in my room before....they know it is off limits...the little terrier hit the last step, poked her nose around the corner, caught my eye and rolled onto her back...she let out a little whimper when she did this...very strange....i put my book down and followed her down the stairs...her sister was sitting at landing...and she was shaking like a leaf. a quick note about these rat terriers...they are not timid animals...i think they believe their mission in life is to aggressively bark at everyone who passes outside on the street...heaven forbid if another dog passes by the front door...they start to go ape**** as soon as the invader turns the corner 10 houses down the street...their ears are so good they hear it coming through the double brick walls. i did say they were not timid....a couple years ago i was in the backyard dropping a bag of garbage into the bin when a very nasty nazi looking red eye demon worshipping doberman hopped my back fence and came right after me....my life didn't flash before my eyes, but i was furiously calculating how many stiches it would take to close all of the wounds i was about to receive(i conservatively estimated 200) before i could get my hands on the shovel a step away from me and brain the hellspawn....i didn't even get a chance to make a grab for the weapon....the two terriers jumped through the kitchen screen window(a 10' drop)...one grabbed damian's pet by the throat and the other locked her teeth into the poor creature's nuts...i swear that dog didn't know whether to crap or wind it's watch...he just stood there for a second,:yikes: let out a howl, shook them off and was gone and over the fence....they were fast and vicious...both had blood on their muzzles....they saved my bacon...that and the fact that they belonged to my wife is the only reason i still have them today. it was then that i heard the noise...instead of reacting with barks and various acrobatic tricks both dogs just let out another whimper each...the noise was loud enough that i could hear it on the second floor...it seemed to be coming from the basement....when i made it to the ground floor the noise was definitely louder and it was coming from the basement....i made a quick detour to the porch to grab my old sherwood hockey stick...i remember thinking how strange it was that the dogs were not barking...if i have company come over i have to take them to the basement and lock them in a pet cage...they hate this thing...i have to pick them up and place them both in before quickly closing the door...thinking that it may finally be time to put some locks on my doors, i turn on the light and head to the basement to confront the intruder...the dogs are right under my feet...if they had tails they would be between their legs...they are terrified....as soon as i hit the last step, both dogs make a beeline for their cage a few feet away in the corner...this was a first. there are four rooms to my basement...although the house is big, it sits on a small footprint....the first room is empty except for the dog cage, my snow shovel and a collection of old playboys sitting on a shelf against the far wall....everything is quiet except for a low whimper made by one of the *****es....i walk into the next room, the stick in front of me...i am prepared to make marty mcsorley proud:angry: ...empty...i stand still for a second...holding my breath, trying to catch a sound from the other two rooms...the door to the third is open a crack...i can see the light spilling out from the single bare overhead fixture...i use the stick to open the door(my mother never raised no fool) from what i could see it was safe...i could see the black opening of the last room just behind the furnace....the only light in that room was hanging from the centre of the ceiling, if i wanted to investigate that room i had to walk in and fumble in the dark for the chain...now grab your knickers girls...this is where it gets freaky...as i am contemplating going back upstairs to grab the flashlight from a kitchen drawer, the light turns on by itself (be assured that if it was the other way around and the light was on to start with, i would not have stuck around in the dark very long)....i distinctly heard the click click of the chain as it was pulled and then released...in fact i could see it moving a little...now that, my friends, is not the freaky part...i didn't have time to question the click click then...i did that later....the freaky part then? when i walked into the room, it was like stepping outside on a february night(well maybe that is an exaggeration...but i wouldn't be exaggerating if i said it was like a cold october night)....and it wasn't cold in the entire room(i did thoroughly check it out)...the cold was just inside the doorway and quickly dissipated...there was no draft, no air movement....just cold....it was then that my slow mind put the cold AND the double click(pull followed by release) of the light together...i am not ashamed to say this...i got the **** out of there:scared: ...the dogs followed me up the stairs...they were growling now. today i checked every nook and cranny in the basement...nothing....my basement is like a cave...the temperature is always a constant...and it certainly doesn't vary by at least 20 degrees...i also spent a long time playing with the light....i was able to pull the chain and jam it slightly so that with a small flick it would release and turn on the light...the only problem? one click and not two! i know there are a few OTFers who have read this far, and i know that to a man(or woman) they are thinking the same thing....superdave, WHAT ABOUT THE LAST TWO BEERS! calm yourselves...on the way up the stairs, to my room, i did remember to save those last two beers from the fridge...they spent the next 1/2 hour expressing their gratitude at being rescued from the spook in the basement.