The Man on the Stairs

There was a plump man that I would see in the basement often and for some reason unlike many ghost stories all I would see was his head popping out from a door. This smile was not a happy smile, but more of a if you come closer I'll bite you smile. He never felt off, more welcoming and as I described to him my dad told me he sounded exactly like his grandfather. After a couple of times I went to my aunt she came in and helped to bless our house.