I live with my Granddad in Central London. He went on holiday and left me in the house alone for 2 weeks.

　　The house is over 200 years old; he has owned it since 1982. Nothing unusual has happened since he has been living there, until Monday night.

　　I was just about to go to sleep. It was about 12am. The house is creaky as its old but what happened next was not a normal occurrence1 and I know it wasn't my imagination, I thought it might have been at first but I soon found out it wasn't.

　　All the houses in The Mews are connected. As I was just dropping off, I heard a loud banging noise. I told myself it was just the neighbors and to stop making myself paranoid. I heard a man shouting, it sounded as if it was coming from the basement (the door to my basement is underneath2 my bedroom). It went quiet for a few minutes until I heard it again. This time it was much louder, it sounded like someone was kicking the basement door (which was locked). This went on for about 3 minutes.

　　I lay in my bed, too scared to move. I could hear the shouting again, I couldn't hear what was being said but I could tell that whoever was shouting was very angry. The banging started again, this time it shook the wall of my room. The windows and the wardrobe were shaking as if there was an earthquake or something similar. This went on for about 30 seconds. I then heard a woman's voice, it sounded like whimpering, as if she was pleading3 with someone. The wall that was shaking is directly above the basement door.

　　There is a locked door from the street that leads to the corridor where the basement door is (I don't even have a key for this). I knew that the banging was not coming from either of my neighbors, as the part of the house that was shaking is not connected to my neighbor's houses. After the shaking, I heard the kitchen door open (this is how you access the basement from the house) and something come up the stairs towards my bedroom. I was so scared, I couldn't even move. I heard them pacing outside my door, I lay there waiting to see someone open the door and walk through, but they didn't. I thought it was a burglar4, I thought that when I wake up in the morning (at one point I didn't think that I would) I'm going find that the house has been robbed and the doors smashed5 to pieces.

　　After I heard about 10 minutes of silence, I heard the 'thing' go back downstairs and into the kitchen. I eventually got to sleep around 4am, I was very surprised that I even got to sleep at all but I had just finished a 14 hour shift at work.

　　I got up at 7am for work and was worried I was going to find that the house had been robbed (I wanted to wait till it was light just in case). I went into the kitchen; all the doors leading to the basement were still locked. I unlocked6 each one carefully expecting to find some sort of damage but there was nothing. This made me even uneasier7 because I know I heard someone in my house that night.

　　My granddad returned home the next day. I told him about what had happened; I thought he was going to tell me to stop being stupid. He took me into the corridor where the basement door is and showed me a large crack in the wall above the basement door. I was so scared. It proves that I didn't imagine the banging and screaming and something must have caused the cracks in the wall. The surveyor came round yesterday and couldn't find the cause of the crack, he asked me if anybody had kicked or tried to force the door. I didn't tell him this story, in case he thought I was being stupid.

　　Last night my granddad left me alone in the house again, the first time since Monday night’s incident. I decided8 to sleep on the sofa bed in the front room. I was really tired so went to bed about 9pm. I was woken by a loud banging noise around 2.15am. I sat bolt upright in my bed and noticed a tall dark figure standing9 at the bottom of my bed. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman and I couldn't see its face. I sat there for about 30 seconds looking at it, trying to calm myself down and trying to adjust my eyes to see if I could see the figure's face, until I heard a loud bang downstairs again, I turned around towards the stairs but there was nothing and when I turned back to face the figure, it was gone. I jumped out of bed and turned the light on. I put my clothes on, ran out of my house and got a cab to my boyfriend's house. I told my granddad what happened today and also told him I'd be moving out from today.

　　Whatever is in that house, it doesn't like me. Well it must not, my granddad has lived there for 24 years and nothing like this has ever happened. I can't explain it and I don't ever want to experience anything like that ever again.

　　我和我爺爺一塊住在倫敦市中心。他出去度假了，把我留在家里，我得一個人待兩個星期。#p#分頁標題#e#

　　我所住的房子有兩百多年的歷史了，1982年爺爺成了這兒的主人。自打住這以后，一切都很正常，直到那個周一的晚上。

　　那時已經(jīng)快要凌晨0點了，我正要睡著，因為房子很舊了，所以吱吱作響也很正常。但是接下來發(fā)生的一切就不太正常了，而且我知道那不是我的臆想。我開始也以為是我自己幻覺，可是很快我發(fā)現(xiàn)并不是。

　　這兒所有屋子的地下室都是相連的。我剛要睡著，突然聽到砰砰的巨響，我心想可能是鄰居，告訴自己不要亂想。我聽到一個男人在大叫，聽上去好像由地下室傳來的（地下室的門就要我臥室下面）。接下來安靜了幾分鐘，然后我又聽見了叫聲。這次聲音又大了不少，聽上去好像是有人在踏地下室的門（地下室的門是鎖上的）。這次又持續(xù)了三分鐘左右。

　　我躺在床上，嚇得動都不敢動。我又聽見了有人在大喊，我聽不清在喊什么，可我知道那人一定非常生氣。砰砰的聲音又傳來了，這次連我房間的墻都在晃動。房間的窗戶和衣柜也在晃，好像在地震或是什么的一樣。這個過程又持續(xù)了半分鐘，然后我聽到了一個女人的聲音，聽上去像是在啜泣，好像在懇求別人一樣。地下室的門正上方的那堵墻又在晃動著。

　　房子臨街有一個鎖著的門，打開門就是一個走廊。地下室的門就開在走廊上。（我連這門的鑰匙都沒有）。我知道那些砰砰的聲音不是我鄰居發(fā)出的，因為房子正在晃動的那一部分沒有挨著鄰居的房子。過了一會，房子沒有搖晃了，我聽見廚房的門開了（要從地下室到屋里來，這是必經(jīng)之路），有東西上了樓，沖我房間過來了，我害怕極了，動都不敢動。我聽見他們在我房門外蹓跶，我躺在床上，心想他們肯定會開門進來，可是他們卻沒有，我想肯定是賊，等到明天早上醒來（我一度以為我可能醒過來了），我肯定會發(fā)現(xiàn)房子被搶了，門也被打爛了。

　　十分鐘的寂靜后，我聽見那東西又下了樓，回到了廚房。凌晨四點的時候我終于睡著了，我自己也覺得很驚訝我居然能睡著，但畢竟之前我剛連續(xù)上了14個小時的班。

　　早上七點我起來上班，心里很擔心會看到整個家都被搶了，（為了以防萬一，我一起等到天亮了才出了房間）。我走進廚房，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)所以通往地下室的門都是鎖著的。我仔細地打開每一扇門，想找點房間被破壞的痕跡，可卻什么也沒發(fā)現(xiàn)。這點讓我更加的恐慌，因為我知道昨天晚上我聽到家里是有人的。

　　第二天我爺爺回來了，我告訴了他所發(fā)生的一切，我以為他會對我說別傻了。可他卻領著我來到走廊，來到地下室的門前，指著門上方墻體的一道裂縫給我看。我嚇壞了，這道裂縫證明那晚的砰砰聲，還有尖叫都不是我憑空想像出來的，是真的有什么事情發(fā)生了才會有這道裂縫的。房屋的檢測員昨天也來過，可也說不清為什么房子會裂的。他問我有沒有人踢過門或者是想破門而入之類的。我沒有跟他說那晚的事情，我怕他會覺得我簡直是太愚蠢了。

　　自從那個星期一的晚上后，昨晚是我爺爺?shù)谝淮斡职盐乙粋€人留在了家里。我決定睡在客廳的沙發(fā)床上，那天我很累，所以大概九點就上床了。凌晨大約兩點一刻的時候我又被一聲巨大的砰砰聲給吵醒了，我立馬直起身子，注意到我床尾處站著一個巨大的黑影。我也說不上那是個男的還是個女的，我也看不清他的臉.我就坐著，看了它大概半分鐘，想讓自己鎮(zhèn)定下來，讓眼睛適應一下光線看看能不能看清楚那張黑影的臉。正在這時，我又聽到樓下一只巨響，我把臉別向樓梯，但什么也沒有看到。當我把臉轉回來時，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)那個黑影不見了。我從床上跳起來，把燈打開,穿上衣服，跑出房間，攔了一輛出租車直奔我男友家。我告訴我爺爺今天發(fā)生的一切，也告訴他我今天開始我再也不會住在那了。

　　不管那房子里是什么東西，它都對我都沒什么好感，它肯定不喜歡我，因為我爺爺在那住了24年，可什么都沒有發(fā)生過。我解釋不了這到底是怎么回事，這種事，我也不想再碰到了。