Posted: October 31, 2012
When I was in 10th grade in High School, I had heard a story that some of the Seniors had gone to a real haunted house and were chased by a bunch of devil worshipers and as they ran back to their vehicle, which they had parked a good ways away, one of the Seniors was caught by one of the devil worshipers and was beaten up. Then i heard a story where some guys from our school had gone to this same house and the neighbor to this house came out with a shotgun and chased them off the property saying they didn't belong up there. I had also heard that some people had found dead goat remains in a bathtub in the house and that these devil worshipers would sacrifice goats that they would steal from surrounding farms.
I kind of didn't really pay these stories much attention at the time. It was kind of a little known thing that when you became a Senior, this was one of those things that some Seniors would do.
When i became a Senior, sure enough, it became a topic and some of my friends wanted to go to this house and see what it was all about. I had to find out where it was because it was only a few miles away from my high school but the driveway had become overgrown and it wasn't easily seen. The only way you would know how to get to this house was if someone who had been there told you exactly how to get there.
I got the instructions on how to get there and a few of my friends went with me. This place was extremely hard to find. You really did have to know exactly where to turn to get to the house. This house sat up on top of a mountain at the very top and it had a gravel driveway that went forever up to the house. The gravel driveway was severely overgrown with brush and this was one reason why it was so hard to find.
I started driving up the gravel driveway and you just keep going up this mountain. About half way up this driveway, there was the neighbors house through the heavy underbrush to your left but they had their own driveway that lead to their house. I then remembered the story about the neighbor coming out and chasing some guys off with a shotgun. We made it past the neighbors house and kept going up the hill.
This was the creepiest driveway I had ever driven on. It was a heavy moonlit night and as we are driving up this mountain, the house appears. It looked like a scene out of a scary movie. This house literally sat on top of this mountain and the moonlight shone down on the house giving it a really creepy look. All the underbrush had grown up around the house but where the actual house stood it was clear of brush. There was a large oak tree in the front yard on the corner of the house right next to the end of the gravel driveway.
I mean, this house looked so creepy, you would second guess going to it. We finally reached the top and i turned my car around facing back down the driveway in case we had to make a quick getaway. We sat in the car looking at this evil looking house and some of my friends didn't want to go in. I have to admit, I was reconsidering myself. This house just looked like pure evil. The longer we sat there looking at it, the more some of my friends said there was no way they were going in. After a few minutes, everybody was freaked out at just the sight of this house and we decided to leave.
About two weeks later, I wanted to go back. I just kept thinking about this house and I just had to go back. I didn't want to feel like a "Chicken". I wanted to prove that i could go in this house. I got some friends to agree to go to the house and some of them were the ones that went the last time. This time, we were going to take some weapons with us just in case. We weren't going to chicken out this time.
We went back on another heavy moonlit night. Once again, i parked my car facing down the driveway in case of a quick getaway. We grabbed our weapons of choice, baseball bats, and flashlights and got out of the car. As we stood outside of the car looking at the house, we paused for a moment. I had this feeling that whatever we were about to experience, we would not be the same when we got back to the car. I knew something was going to happen. I am not going to lie, my heart was racing. This was the creepiest place i had ever seen.
I looked at the Oak tree and noticed that it had a lot of missing bark. I looked closer and saw that the tree trunk was covered in blood. It looked like someone had nailed up something on the tree and it was covered in blood. The missing bark looked like something had cut or poked into the tree like an axe or knife. This was the first thing we saw and boy did it set the tone. We all got really serious at that point and knew that this might not be a good idea, but we were persistant. We had to continue.
The house had burned down many years ago and it had the main ground level floor, a basement and the 2nd floor didn't have walls or a ceiling, it was just an open to the air 2nd floor. We proceded into the house.
There wasn't anything left in the house. It was just a crumbling remains of a house. This house did feel like an evil house though. It just didn't feel right. It was more than just creepy, it felt evil. As we walked into the house, 2 of our group couldn't take it and waited outside the door we came in. They refused to go any further. I mean, this was serious. This house had a really bad feeling to it.
I started going towards the stairs that led down to the basement and all over the walls were satanic verses written on the walls. This was not writings by some kids having some fun, these sayings were the real deal. I read some of them and they were actual satanic scripture. Some really evil stuff. There were drawings also of satanic symbols and denouncing of God sayings. This was serious stuff written by satanic believers.
I went down into the basement and there was nothing down there other than some separate compartment rooms. I remember the stairway going down was so narrow. It was just like shoulder to shoulder width and i just kept waiting for something to come running up at me. Everytime I would reach another compartment room in the basement, I would have to shine my flashlight into it and I just knew I was going to startle something and it would come running after me, but fortunately nothing happened.
I then went up to the 2nd floor which was open to the air with one other person in our group. Everybody else had enough and waited outside. We were just walking around on the 2nd floor and I see a bathtub. Remembering the story about seeing dead goat remains in a bathtub, i went over to look into the bathtub. There were no dead goat remains but there were blood stains in the bathtub. Something had been masacred in this bathtub. There were blood stains all over it. I was finding all these stories that I heard looked to be true.
Knowing that there may be devil worshipers around, we made an agreement to not talk outloud to each other. We just whispered or made noises and hand gesters to each other to communicate.
As we are standing on the 2nd floor, all of a sudden I hear what sounded like footsteps in the woods around the perimeter of the house. I whispered to my friend, "Did you hear that?" he didn't hear it but we listened intently. I heard a stick snap not too far from the house. I'm thinking, "Oh boy, we are about to be attacked". We went back down to the ground floor and out the door to meet up with the others in our group. I whispered to them that I heard something and we needed to check it out. These did not sound like animal footsteps, they sounded human.
Behind the house in the back yard, it looked like there were just some woods and heavy brush but I found a pig trail going into the heavy thicket. With my baseball bat raised, i started walking down the path with my friends behind me. I walked about 40 feet into the thicket and i saw a dim light. I couldn't tell what the light was from and it was so dark, my depth perception was off. The light looked close and not in the distance but i just couldn't tell. As I walked a little further, I saw that there was an old shed building. This building had been completely taken over by the brush and there was no way you could see it from the house. I couldn't believe there was a building back there.
The light I saw was coming from inside the building. It looked like a light from a lantern. There was a small window on the front door to the building. Then, I heard talking, like conversation. I knew then that we weren't alone. There were people inside of that building. Who else would be in this building out in the middle of nowhere behind this old evil house other than devil worshipers?
I stopped short of the door by about 15 feet. I didn't have to look into that window to know that whoever was in that building were up to no good. Plus, after hearing walking in the woods and a stick crack, I thought there may have been guards that would be surrounding us and we would be up the creek. I didn't feel like getting ambushed and beaten up as i heard someone once did, so we decided we had enough.
I motioned to the others behind me to quietly go back. The ones in the back of our single file line did not see what i saw. They motioned and whispered, "what is it?", "what do you see?" I sternly motioned to them hand motion signals that meant "No", "Go now" and "Quietly". Now, I was the one in the back going out and I kept looking behind me because I just knew that someone was going to come out of that building and i would be the first one they saw. I was expecting to encounter some devil worshipers on our way out of the thicket but luckily, we didn't. We quietly went back to the car and got the hell out of there.
This place was pure evil. You could feel it. It had such an uneasy feeling to it and I vowed to never go back there again and i didn't. Some years later, I heard that they demolished that old house and everything on the property. I also heard the city did this because of complaints of devil worship about the house. Little did i know, on the other side of this mountain where the house stood, there was a goat farm and the owners had complained about missing goats for years.
I guess they found out where their goats had gone. They met an unfortunate evil intended demise.
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