the begining

I woke up to the sound of crying down stairs. Considering the fact that I live alone as an 11 year old boy , I was a little well ... creeped. I ran over to my closet and got my knife. but what i found in the basement was already dead! a ghost I let out a loud yell then ran back up stairs. every time i got to the top i was sent back to the bottom. i couldn't escape! the girl stoped crying after my 4Th run up the stairs. she laughed at me . I stoped to look at her, but she was gone!