I am a really BIG Steven King fan, but who would of thought that my life could be scarier than one of his horror stories!
I had my friend Elizabeth over and we were sitting in my cold, all cement basement saved by the darkness by only two candles and were trying to scare each other so bad that one of us might piss our pants. She tried being scarier than me but I am a really scary when it comes to stories. But when I hear scraping from this tunnel thing in my basement and she thought that it was me and I thought that it was her. You know how in movies people go to check out what the noise was, well that usually gets them killed so I steer away from that. It happened again, it awoke me at 3:00 am and I looked over at Elizabeth and believe it or not, She was FLOATING about two feet off her bed and I quickly grabbed a camera and snapped a photo of her. I got my pics back and looked at the picture and all that was in the picture was her bed where she was floating! Of course before I knew it, she was gone, either moved, dead, or just dissapeared.
