Trinidad is an old mining town on the santa fe trail with a lot of old buildings, so i have no doubts that it's haunted. It also happens to be my hometown. I won't share the exact address this happened at for respect to the new owners of the house, but I've dropped the pin in the same neighborhood. I need to establish some context for this story. The years between 2020 and 2025(current) were tumultuous and stressful, my life was completely uprooted twice, and there was a period of time when the house (built in the 1940s, it felt like a fortress to me when i was younger) sat uninhabited for a few months. My family had to go into hiding after some drama with a domestic abuser, and there was a considerable amount of negativity around. We had to return to the house a few times during this period and one such trip was to install better security cameras after a neighbor told us she'd seen flashlights moving around in the yard. This new system required wifi to be able to be checked remotely, and a friend of ours had been trying to set some up for a week before we gave up and called a technician. Not ten minutes before the technician arrived, our dog caught and killed a skunk, so the first hour of his visit we spent working outside washing the dog while he set up a dish. After that, we got back on running wires for the camera, one of which required drilling through a foot of concrete and brick into the basement crawlspace, and as the smallest person in my family, i was elected for climbing up there. The basement is a hallway with stairs coming down one way with no outer railing, then on the opposite end there are a few closets. The crawlspace access is in one of these closets, a tiny cabinet door set five feet off the ground. The inside is about three and a half feet tall, maybe four at the deepest end. The ground is a slope of dirt and rock. It's only the size of the room above, but when we opened it we found some old cloth and a vintage toy doll stroller, old enough to have been made with sharp metal pieces. I had to use a stepladder and my sister helped me into the hole, and we were using our cellphones to communicate from either side of the wall, as my sister ran tools between us. While on the call, i was waiting for my sister to bring the drill to my side and i heard a staticky child's voice that didn't belong to either of my family members. It said "I'm alone down here, are you?" I was shocked and more than a little scared, so i didn't say anything about it, and when it was time for my sister to come downstairs and help me out of the crawlspace, i angled myself with my back to a corner of the crawlspace where i could see the other three corners and out into the hall, towards the stairs. I stared at a fixed spot on the floor and watched for my sister coming around the bend in my peripheral vision, and i looked up and out into the hallway because i saw something tall and dark come around that corner, but it was gone when i looked up, and my sister came around the corner ten seconds after. I didn't say anything until i was out of the hole, and thirty minutes later the wifi technician asked if our house was haunted. He'd apparently tried three different radios in his car, and all of them worked fine until he brought them inside the building. He offered to sage our house as well. This was not my only experience in this house. Years before, when i was a child, I'd had a friend over and we were playing with legos in my room after midnight. We were being quiet so to not wake the rest of my family, but we both froze when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I remember meeting her eyes as the footsteps crossed the hall and stopped outside my door, but when we both got up to check there was nobody there. More recently we saged the house, and my grandmother set out salt lamps in the hopes that they'd help. One night before the house sold, we had to spend the night there and I'd been hearing footsteps out in the hall while we'd been playing a card game. It had been bad enough that i got up and closed the bedroom door, and right before bed i moved one of the salt lamps right outside the door. It was five minutes before it went out. I was watching the line of light under the crack in the door when it happened, and i was so spooked that i didn't get up to check it until the morning. When i did check it, i pulled the wiring out of the bottom of the lamp and it came right on, and i touched the bulb out of curiosity and the glass was so hot it burnt my finger immediately, as if it'd been on all night. The light also came on like nothing had happened, and i checked it for loose wires, of which i found none. I don't think the ghost in the basement is a child, based on the voice and the tall figure i saw on the stairs. I think whatever it is, it's pretending to be one, and I'm glad that i do not live there anymore.