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Berlyn Florez interview with Alexa Sherman summer 1998      

-New Home- Cheapest Price its Ever Been-We had just moved into this New Home the date was October 4, 1997.  We had five people in our family only one of them is mine,  the other kids were my husbands. The house was perfect,  it had three floors and five rooms, not including the one in the basement. The house was great at first but after you have been there for awhile the house does something to you. I never talked about it to my family, i figured it was just me. Whether I realized it or not I always had an urge to go into the basement.  My  husband and I decided to lock the door to the basement. Our kids were scared of it and thought that if the door wasn't locked at all times we wouldn't be safe. I should have listened to them, I should have fought my urge to go into the basement even now its hard to talk about it. It had been weeks since I wanted to go into the basement. I was alone just doing the laundry when the door seemed to be calling to me. I wanted to open the door so bad, I decided to just go have one look. I thought to myself one look wont kill. What could be down there. So I opened the door, I had only been in the basement once before when we were moving our stuff in. The basement didn't seem bad but I still had the urge to go further in. When I look back I can't really remember what I was thinking. I just remember being there  in the dark. I kept walking down each stair in the dark. I guess I thought I didn't need the light. I had made it to the bottom of the stairs, I still remember it to this day standing there for hours. I don't remember anything after that just that I thought I came back up the stairs, but I didn't, I remember the door bell ringing then coming up. At the door was just another salesman asking me if I wanted to buy hair products. After that I just went back to doing the laundry until everybody came home. When you are in the house you notice a certain feeling you get everytime and you never really know what you are feeling all you know is that your mind is always thinking about one idea in your head that you didn’t  put there and the idea is the intense urge to come to the basement. My housband would find me there in the night at least once a week. We just figured that I slept walked and that I just felt more comfortable down there. The worst night of my life was a month later, the date was january 12, 1998. The day started off regular, I got the kids up,  my husband left before I even woke up or at least thats what I thought.  I got them ready , we ate breakfast and then they left for the bus. I actually left for a job interview that day and I was gone for a couple of hours at the most .  I received a phone call from an unknown number,  it really didn’t strike me as bad or scary so I just forgot about it. I came home to the house that was a disaster.   I was angry at first then remembering that no one else was home suddenly made me scared.  I began thinking that someone had come in and robbed us or wanted something. I slowly put the stuff down as I walked through the house looking to see if whoever came into our house was still there. I got another phone call this time from my husband. I answered and he didn’t say anything but I could hear  myself and mumbling in the background. Thousands of thoughts ran through my mind, is he okay, where is he, why can I hear myself in the background. Then it hit me, The basement, the thought ran through my head I have to go down there but i was scared and didnt want to. I slowly went down the stairs, this time I had a light. I could hear him,  he was still talking to himself and there was another voice,  my heart stopped.  When I saw him laying on the ground it wasn’t his voice I was hearing, the phone was nowhere to be found. I went deeper into the basement when I came to it The Room. I went to reach for the handle when something inside of me told me i needed to turn around now. I looked over my left shoulder. He was gone, my husband that had been laying there seemingly  dead on the ground was gone.  I heard the talking again, I went back for the door as soon as I touched the knob the door to the top of the stairs which was one of my few quick ways out of the basement slammed shut. I remember screaming so loud that I could hear it echoing throughout the basement. I opened the door to see what looked like a witches circle drawn on the ground. This reminded me of when I was younger, my sister and I were into the whole witch thing.  We tried so many things and now when I think about I realize that I brought this all upon myself. When we were younger we liked experimenting with the dark arts. Just above me I could hear the kids walking and I prayed that they would not come downstairs because I know that this is something that lived here many years I can not believe I didn’t  recognize it, I researched it when I was younger, I should have known, I should have trusted my feelings,  . As the door shut behind me, There he stood, A Demon, he had eyes that were fiery red, he had claws that were two inches long and were sharpened to a point.  He smelled of death, it was so overwhelming.   He grabbed me and I fought back and I tried to fight but I couldn’t fight him off. I awoke to find myself  tied to a chair and the three kids laid out  in front of me. On the wall behind them it said demonio de la noche. . it meant demon of the night.  The woman that was interviewing me said well what happened, what was in the in the basement. Did you get hurt, what about your kids. Did they ever find your husband. A single tear ran down my face,  I left the interview.  I knew I just couldn't do it,  I couldn't give her the details from the rest of the night, I couldn’t tell her what happened to me down there and I never will.

 Berlyn Florez interview with Alexa Sherman summer 1998
       -New Home- Cheapest Price its Ever Been-We had just moved into this New Home the date was October 4, 1997. We had five people in our family only one of them is mine, the other kids were my husbands. The house was perfect, it had three floors and five rooms, not including the one in the basement. The house was great at first but after you have been there for awhile the house does something to you. I never talked about it to my family, i figured it was just me. WhetherI realized it or not I always had an urge to go into the basement. My  husbandand I decided to lock the door to the basement. Our kids were scared of it and thought that if the door wasn't locked at all times we wouldn't be safe. I should have listened to them, I should have fought myurge to go into the basement even now its hard to talk about it. It had been weekssince I wanted to go into the basement. I was alone just doing the laundry when the door seemed to be calling to me. I wanted to open the door so bad, I decided to just go have one look. I thought to myself one look wont kill. What could be down there. SoI opened the door, I had only been in the basement once before when we were moving our stuff in. The basement didn't seem bad butI still had the urge to go further in. WhenI look back I can't really remember whatI was thinking. I just remember being there  in the dark. I kept walking down each stairin the dark. I guess I thought I didn't need the light. I had made it to the bottom of the stairs,I still remember it to this day standing there for hours. I don't remember anything after that just thatI thought I came back up the stairs, butI didn't, I remember the door bell ringing then coming up. At the door was just another salesman asking me ifI wanted to buy hair products. After that I just went back to doing the laundry until everybody came home. When you are in the house you notice a certain feeling you get everytime and you never really know what you are feeling all you know is that your mind is always thinking about one idea in your head that you didn’t  put there andthe idea is the intense urge tocome to the basement. My housband would find me there in the night at least once a week. We just figured thatI slept walked and that I just felt more comfortable down there. The worst night of my life was a month later, the date was january 12, 1998. The day started off regular, I got the kids up, my husband left before I even woke up or at least thats whatI thought.  I got them ready , we ate breakfast and then they left for the bus. I actually left for a job interview that day andI was gone for a couple of hours at the most.  I received a phone call from an unknown number, it really didn’t strike me as bad or scary soI just forgot about it. I came home to the housethat was a disaster.   I was angry at first then remembering that no one else was homesuddenly made me scared.  I began thinking that someone had come in and robbed us or wanted something. I slowly put the stuff down asI walked through the house looking to see if whoever came intoour house was still there. I got another phone call this time from my husband. I answered and he didn’t say anything butI could hear  myself and mumbling in the background. Thousands of thoughts ran through my mind, is he okay, where is he, why canI hear myself in the background. Then it hit me, The basement, the thought ran through my headI have to go down there but i was scared and didnt want to. I slowly went down the stairs, this time I had a light. I could hear him, he was still talking to himself and there was another voice, my heart stopped.  When I saw him laying on the ground it wasn’t his voiceI was hearing, the phone was nowhere to be found. I went deeper into the basement whenI came to it The Room. I went to reach for the handle when something inside of me told me i needed to turnaround now. I looked over my left shoulder. He was gone, my husband that had been laying there seemingly dead on the ground was gone.  I heard the talking again,I went back for the door as soon as I touched the knob the door to the top of the stairs which was one of my few quick ways out of the basement slammed shut. I remember screaming so loud thatI could hear it echoing throughout the basement. I opened the door to see what looked like a witches circle drawn on the ground. This reminded me of when I was younger,my sister and I were into the whole witch thing.  We tried so many things and nowwhen I think aboutI realize that I brought this all upon myself. When we were younger we liked experimenting with the darkarts. Just above me I could hear the kids walking and I prayed that they would not come downstairs because I know that this is something that lived here many yearsI can not believe I didn’t  recognize it,I researched it whenI was younger, I should have known, I should have trusted my feelings, . As the door shut behind me, There he stood, ADemon, he had eyes that were fiery red, he had claws that were two inches long and were sharpened to a point.  He smelled of death, it was so overwhelming.  He grabbed me and I fought back and I tried to fight but I couldn’t fight him off. I awoke to find myself  tied to a chair andthe three kids laid out in front of me. On the wall behind them it said demonio de la noche. . it meant demon of the night.
         The woman that was interviewing me said well what happened, what was in the in the basement. Did you get hurt, what about your kids. Did they ever find your husband. A single tear ran down my face,  I left the interview.  Iknew I just couldn't do it, I couldn't give her the details from therest of the night, I couldn’t tell her what happened to me down there and I never will.