I have lived in a house with a "presence" that felt evil and could even pinpoint where that evil resided in the house. I still don't know what it is exactly but even my dog sensed it. We rented the ground floor/daylight basement and first floor of a 1912 house on Broadway here on the island for just 6 months before our previous home came on the market. You would access the daylight basement either by a door at street level in the back or through a tiny little "Alice in Wonderland door" from the dining room. The apartment was HUGE and wonderful but I could not go down into the basement area at all without feeling fearful. I once tried to get my dog to go with me and she got to the 3rd step down, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, she was growling and backing up fast. To my knowledge, only "Dolly" and I felt that but it was always there. Bart wanted to use it for storage as it had some marvelous cedar closets down there and a laundry room, a 2nd bedroom and bathroom, and then a door to the unfinished part of the basement. The only way I could go down there for any reason was to have Bart install 3 locks on that door. Even then, it was a horrid feeling. If we had stayed, I had already talked with a good friend who is also a priest. Fr. Paul was going to come "clean my basement" as we used to say.

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