Stories that will make you look over your shoulder.
Never go into the woods at night.
And never go to sleep again.
You have been warn..
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Moving to a new state is nerve racking. Moving into a old creepy house is even more nerve racking. Especially when you spent the whole night googling what happened in that house 40 years ago. Apparently some old dude went psycho in his house, and stabbed his pregnant girlfriend trying to kill the baby, because he wanted a baby that had two married parents. But ends up making his girlfriend bleed to death, and soon afterwards he kills himself with the knife he used to kill his girlfriend. What the most nerve racking thing is that the neighbors have said that the lights still come on in the fireplace room, and they can still hear the girlfriend screaming for him to stop. And they sometimes spot a black shadow standing outside the house, they say its the boyfriend waiting for another kill.
I didn't sleep a wink that night when I found that out. Since then I've been repeatedly begging my sister to buy another house. But she has been persistent on moving into this house that's all the way in Alabama, which is about a 10 hour drive from Miami Florida.
"Why are we moving any way?" I questioned Sally one night at dinner, we were moving in a week but it seemed like we were doing perfect here, well at least financially.
"Um..I just want a new scenery, you know?" She said uncertainly. I nodded my head yes but I was confused to the exact reason why. We had an amazing view of the beach from here and the rent wasn't that bad.
"Whatever happened to that boy you had. Oh, what's his name again?" I snapped my fingers and closed my eyes trying hard to remember that jerks name. "Jake, yeah it was Jake. What happened with him. You guys were pretty strong." I asked curiously, taking a sip of my drink.
Sally paled at my question and pushed away her dinner. "We just fell out, like you and that Candy girl, right. You guys just fell out." She restored back nervously at first but it soon transferred over to aggression. I nodded my head again and took the act of silence. I went to bed that night wondering what she was hiding from me and what really happened between her and her boyfriend.
The brakes squeaked as the old pickup truck stopped in front dark broken down house with planks of wood that bored up the windows.
"Well here we are," Sally said, "Oh don't look at it like that, give it a chance darling. You have work hard to get to your dreams." She smiled and turned off the old rust bucket of a car. I still don't know why we left Miami, and it wasn't just a change of "Scenery" it was more than that.
I climbed out of the car and shut the door hard, expressing my irritation of the move. As I walked up to the house, I looked around and saw the neighbors looking at us. They were hiding behind the curtains, like they were shocked that someone actually moved into this empty house.
"Lucas help me open the door, you're stronger than me." Sally called out to me.
"Coming Sal." I responded as I jogged to her.
I reached her and saw the golden key in the rusted door handle. I grabbed the knob and turned it as I shoved my shoulder into the rotting door. I did it once more and it finally pried open, I looked at Sally and opened the door wider. A gust of wind hit me and blew my hair into my eyes. I let my hand go of the door handle to wipe the strands of hair out of my face, when the door slammed shut. I jumped back, startled that a door could slam with that must force.
"What was that Lucas?" Sally said timidly.
"It was probably just a broken window that blew a big gust of wind, making the door slam shut on us." I said with an anxious laugh. I opened the door again with ease and walked into the dark house, my steps making the floorboards creaking beneath me.
The house was full of dust and cobwebs, like confetti in Times Square after the ball drops on New Years. I walked in and out of rooms noticing that the inside of the house was nothing like the outside. It was dusty for sure, but the paint on the walls and the furniture left here was classy. It gave the home a less creepy look. As I looked around nothing really sparked my interest, the house in total had 3 bedrooms with a nice kitchen and 1 and ½ bath. What puzzled me was the three bedrooms, there is only two of us why do we need three?
"Lucas come here for a second." I heard Sally call me from another part of the house.
I walk over to her and saw her standing in front of an old fireplace. Hanging above it was an old photo of a man standing over a woman, legs shoulder-width apart with a smirk on his face showing anger and vengeance. The women was on her knees, arms bend and hands knotted together to make it look like she was praying. But if you look closely her eyes were full of tears that made her look like she was begging for the guy to spare her life. The whole paint was dark and unsettling, it sent a wave of shivers down my spine.
"This must be the old owners, the guy who went insane." I spoke in a whisper to myself making sure Sally doesn't hear and start to freak out. I looked away from the painting and at Sally to see of she heard. And as we made eye contact the sound of glass shattering breaks through the thick silence of the house. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I turn round.
I'm met with a empty room or so it looks like. I heard a deep laugh that a man would make echo through the house and I felt my heart start racing.
"I don't think we are alone Lucas." Sally whispers to me.
I walked out of the fireplace room and I hear a crunch under my foot, I lift my foot up and see a broken picture frame with two people in it, one looks like the man from the painting. His cold eyes seemed to make my insides freeze up. He was beside a another person, that I didn't recognize.
"Sally come here, and look at this." I call out to her. When I get no response back I look back and see my sister on the ceiling.
"OH MY GOD! SALLY" I shout in terror. Her eyes were bulging out her head and her veins stood out vigorously against her body. Her face has gone red with a hint of blue and her neck is constricting, her chest is heaving like she cant get enough oxygen into her body. I stand there with my body shaking as I watch my sister die in front of my eyes. Tears stream down my face rapidly as I see a red puddle appear on my sisters abdomen. Her eyes roll back in her head and I scream in fright. Her blood starts to drip on the ground and the blood moves to form a message.
"No bastard will be born in my household."
I was on my knees shaking as I watched my sister fall down with a heavy thump. I collected her body in my arms and cried into her shoulder. I looked down at the bloody wound in her stomach and saw what looked like part of her intestines spilling out her body. I looked closer and realized that it was a small fetus. My stomach turned at that realization that she was pregnant. And the boyfriend, or his ghost just murdered my sister because he wanted it have two happily married parents support a growing child.
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