Drug Trip: Drug Related Halloween Stories. (Halloween Time Only)

"Crackhouse"

About 30 years ago in our very own home, a lady named Sheryl Allen was burned alive in the middle of her self-ran drug lab. She was addicted to crack. As many times as she had been in jail, she always escaped. Always went back to her crack lab. This was back in the days when people did not care for the law. They were sick of the lady escaping and roaming around the town high on drugs. Four men burned her house down early one morning. The leader of the group was known as Trey Anderson. They did not know she was in there. Her piercing loud screams were heard all throughout town as she ran out, the door combusted in flames. She finally stopped screaming as she fell to her knees and face first onto the sidewalk. Her burned body was carried to the lake and dumped with a stone block tied to her ankle. No one had talked about her. Until recently, when the house was rebuilt.

30 years later...

We just moved into the new house. It was me, my Fiancé Nicole, and our unborn son Julius. We walked into the house and it was all already set up. The movers were cool like that. It was late though so me and Nicole went to our room on the main floor. Immediately as we walked in our room we were overwhelmed with the smell.

"God what is that? It smells awful." Nicole said as she plugged her nose.

"I don't know but it's strong Let's just sleep in the living room tonight."

We slept in the living room that night. I woke up in the middle of the night and stared at the ceiling. Smoke was floating up there. I got up quickly to see if anything was on fire. It wasn't. But the smoke was really weird. All of a sudden I smelled it again. It was stronger and smelled almost as if it was burnt as well. It was awful and it was giving me a headache. I put my shirt above my nose and used my shirt as a filter for the smell. As I did this, I walked into the master bedroom and looked around. Something was moving...It was leaving burnt footprints on the white carpet. I stood there in disbelief as I saw it. It was a woman. Looked to be in her thirties. She was screaming, but no sound was coming out. I watched as she ran right through me and through the front door. I opened the door and saw her collapse on the yard. Then she dissapeared. I walked back inside and saw that the smoke was nearly gone. Then I went back to bed.

The next day, a police car drove up to my house. The policeman had explained to me that someone had complained about a noise violation and an awful smell coming from our house. After about 30 minutes of examining, they arrested me for possession of illegal drugs. I had NO CLUE what they were talking about.

I spent the night in jail. After I had told them the story, they let me go. they had no reason to keep me. When I got home, Nicole was sitting on the front porch. She was staring off into the distance. I slipped passed her and over to our office. I started researching about our house and thats when I found it. Everything that had happened. The men who did it. Turns out, I was one of their great grandsons.

I walked back outside and Nicole was still sitting there, only this time, her eyes were bloodshot and her hair was tattered. It almost didn;t look like her. I sat beside her and put my arm around her. She turned to me and I was thrown against the wall. She screamed.

"YOU BURNED ME. YOU BURNED MY HOUSE. YOU MURDERED ME."

She shoved her hand right through my chest and before everything went black, I took one last look at Nicole. It wasn't her that I saw. It was Sheryl Allen. All I could see was orange. All I could feel was my own skin. Burning to ash. Then everything was gone.

End of story.......