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I was staying at my friend's house, her name's Chelsea. But I had this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.

After a semester of school and staying over at her house I discovered something very creepy.

In her basement is a very old well. I got her talking about it and knowing that the well was the source of misery I felt in her house, I got her to reveal something I found incredible sad. She told me that her brother and her found toys at the bottom of the well. I was too scared to ask what they were but I had a feeling I already knew.

It was a week or so later when I was with her and her boyfriend that I saw these depressing images.

In my head, the image of a drunk mother dragging her child by her hair out of a room on the second floor, the child grabbing in desperation for anything she could and the only thing she managed to grab before she was put down into the well was her most prized possession, her rag doll. And not only did this drunken woman have a daughter tormented by the isolation of this well, but also a son.

I asked Chelsea how she felt when she was in her house near the well and she would get a distant look in her eyes and say "I feel like something horrible happened down there..." I asked her one last question about the well. I asked her about the toys. I asked "Chelsea, those toys you found in the well... Was there a rag doll with brown hair, blue eyes and a little yellow lunch box?" Her eyes were wide, almost like I had scared her.

What she said next confirmed my connection between the well and the spirits lingering in her house.

She asked me in quiet desperation, "Jess...How did you know about the toys...? I never told you what they were..."

Her house is occupied with the spirits of two small children, the memories of the children tormented by their drunken mother and images of the tormenting well.

I don't believe these entities to be angry or a threat but anyone who enters this house is instantly able to feel that something horrible happened there. I can tell they feel this way by the look in their eyes. I here the children scream in my mind when I'm at her house.

This is not a place I like to stay in and I haven't been back to my friend's house since I discovered what went on there.