whispers in the dark

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I thought about what my brother had said and I realized I never did know the background on the house. The mystery stories that can be discovered by me and my brother. I wondered is that why no one bought this house. Was I not being told something when I bought the house. I went to my computer. I searched Cider Rd. 111- Nevada. My house came up. News papers, articles, stories. Lots of information contained in them of my house. My brother had to go for work, but he's going to be back soon. I had decided to go to a hotel for a night or two for rest and too find more informational usage.

I was up all night. I found out that the school house was different they didn't teach the kids they played with them. Tag, hide and go seek, and duck, duck, goose. I kept reading, and I found sad heart breaking information. There was a story on the lost boy "Jack." It said during a game of hide and seek a little boy 8 years old named Jack went missing after a game. He was hiding, and of course no one knew where. Investigations occurred in my very house. Storys came out every where.

Two weeks later. They found him. He was in a chest hiding, but he was the lost boy that was never found. They blocked off where the chest was and they say it still remains there. There is a seceret room in my house, but I dont know where. They say he was found on the second floor where I sleep. I sleep in an area of where this poor little boy died, and the story ends that even though he died his spirit still lives on, on the second floor in the seceret room, and he walks around the house to this day.

Than the story of Aiden came up. When I read the article I started to cry he paid a horrible tragic death. This poor child was beaten up to his death. He had bad behavior, and then one day the teacher got so sick of him, of hitting him with a yard stick. That one day she got so mad she took him into a closet space, and hit him over, and over, and over again. He bled out. From every hit made him a new wound. She left him in there, he couldn't move. She locked him up in there as he bled everywhere, and died from the whipping pain and losing to much blood. He cried, and called for help. No one could do anything. Than he passed in that closet which is on the second floor also because the teacher didn't want thew kids to hear the screams for help, and the cry's he yelped when he was brutally murdered by a very easily angered old woman. Aidens spirit also walks the floors of my home. His blood has dried up onto the very wood in the closet today that contains the life of him from his brutal death.

There are more deaths that occurred in m home. I was afraid. Nervous on what to tell my brother. I'm usually not afraid of this stuff, but that's usually not real what I see, but the living of the spirits of the dead walking around in my very house thats real scares me, and risks my life. Not only my life, but the others that become a part of it.