Write a light 3 paragraph horror story about the ghost in my basement.
My two best friends and I used to hang out in my basement, playing video games or chatting about our day. One weekend, I invited them over for a movie night, and we chose a familiar film: a classic comedy. We don't spend time in my basement anymore--not after we heard that fourth, blood-curdling laugh at our favorite scene.

We had just settled down with a bucket of popcorn and fuzzy blankets wrapped around the three of us when we started the movie. Before long, we were absorbed and unaware of our surroundings. We waited with anticipation for our favorite scene, where the main character slips on a banana peel and falls into a bucket of paint. Once it came, we burst into laughter, but as our laughs died down, we heard it: that nails-on-a-chalkboard fourth laugh that did not belong to us.

The air left my lungs, and my friends turned to me with wide eyes. We jumped up from the couch and raced up the stairs, the ominous laugh trailing after us. We haven't been back since, and I doubt we will again.