Back in the 70's during my first marriage, my mother-in-law would collect all kinds of things and resell them at a higher price. Some of the bigger things she would ask us to hold them in our cellar. One day she showed up with this Really OLD Wicker baby buggy from like back in the 1800's I guess. As soon as she put that thing in my cellar, I got a chill and a REALLY BAD feeling. I told my husband that I didn't want it here, but he told me to grow up. Of course I was mad at him all day for letting her put it there over my wishes, and I couldn't shake the feeling of fear I had. By time the day was over and I went down the cellar to the shower room to take my shower, he came up with what he though would be funny and get me to talk to him again. So he waited till I was IN the shower and had the water nice and HOT the way I like it, and he used a rope to tie the door shut on me so I couldn't open it.

Then he shut the light out on me and started to pretend that he was a zombie (which I am afraid of). Only as I was begging him to put the light back on, (and that buggy was only like 12ft away from the shower room) the room turned ICE COLD. The Hot water was still running and as hot as I had it, (which is as hot as my skin can take cause I do like really HOT water) I couldn't feel ANY Heat in there. It actually turned into a deep freeze and at this time I really started to scream at him to let me out. I didn't find out till later, but he really was trying to get that rope off and let me out the whole time, cause he said that besides me screaming, he kept smelling something awful. There was really nothing I could do from the inside but stand there and scream at him. There also was Nothing in the shower room that could of done to me what happened next. As I was standing there yelling at him to get that rope off, I all of a sudden FELT something get close to me and then like scratch my legs from my knees down. Now I'm REALLY screaming at him to open this door or at least get the light back on. Finally he did seem to hear me and get the light on and sure enough I had blood running down both of my legs.

It seemed though when he got the light on, the room got warm again and full of steam from the hot water and what ever was in there with me was gone. Just then he got the door open too. I came running out of there grabbing a towel and heading for the steps with him right behind me. He saw my legs and knowing that there was nothing IN the shower room that could explain those scratches, he called his mom right away and told her he didn't care what time it was, to get back up there and get that buggy out of our house. By time she got back up there, I had my shorts on and was waiting for her. My husband kept telling her to get IT out and she kept wanting to know WHY, and sat herself down at my dining room table till she got a GOOD reason for all this as she put it. The dining room was right above the shower room in the house and she was just about sitting right above it. We explained what happened and she of course laughed and said " Yeah so then why didn't it get me since I own it, let it just come for me then" No Lie, JUST then she screamed and pulled her legs out from under the table and sure enough SHE had scratch marks going down both legs that were bleeding.

Thats all she finally needed and she yelled to her husband to put that thing in the back of the truck and leave it there. She didn't even care if someone stole it till she got it to a place where she could sell it in the morning. Which is exactly what she did the next day, and I got a priest to come up and bless my house. We heard months later that the place she took it too burned down three days later, but wouldn't talk about it so I don't know if thats true or not. But I kind of hope that it is, knowing that it went back to hell in flames would make me feel a lot better, cause even as I am telling you this, I can still feel the fear in my chest.