We’ve lived in the house we’re in for almost ten years and nothing ever happened until about three years ago. The soil our house was built on was destroying the foundation so the entire basement was totally demolished (literally, our upper level was raised up on rail road ties!) and rebuilt. I’d always lived on the upper level until we rebuilt the basement. I was in sixth grade when I moved my room downstairs.
The first time anything happened to me my older sister had come over to babysit. Ironically enough, we had been watching Ghost Hunters right before I went to bed which made me wait to tell anyone about what happened for a while fearing they’d chalk it up to me being freaked out by the show. I’d only been in bed for about five minutes when I heard a man’s voice right behind me say “Tojo.” I thought maybe my dad was home so I rolled over …