Freddy Krueger.
05-30-2004, 06:16 AM
You know what to do, now share what happened. (Please Read The Following.)
Heres what happen to me: I'm over at my pal Talon's house in Lake City, and he tells me about this "haunted" burned house. The house wasnt burned down, just a little burnt here and there, but it looked like it could be repaired. Their was a family of 6 living there; a mother, 2 sons, 2 daughters and a young uncle. Anyway, they died in the fire. The house is big, with stairs and stuff, like Freddys, only not same color or same form. Anyway, he told me how his friends say they been in it and how it REALLY is haunted. Now Im thinking what any sane person would: he lied and theres no such thing as "ghost." I'm kind of person who loves a challenge and adventure. And the kind that isnt frightened easily. So, I wanted to go in the house to prove that it wasnt haunted. He dared me and said he would too, but when he saw that I was serious, he got scared, but I forced him into it. We go into this house, nothing that I didnt expect to see; cob webs, dusty furnature, creaking floors and door and stairs, darkness. We go up the stairs and he's shaking like a nervous dog. We walk into this one room and its picth black. We take out the flashlights and look around. Nothing. Now, the light is shinning on a wall at a painting and some on the floor under it, so if somthing ran by, we would've seen it. Then is shadow just passed right through the light. My friend was already half way toward the door before I grabbed 'em. We looked around but no mouse hole or nothing that anything could be living in near that could have made the shadow. We're thinking the same thing: how the hell can a shadow pass through light? Anyway, we continue looking around. We stepped into another room, it appear to be one of the girls room. We shine the lights around and then something just like knocked the flashlights right out of our hands and broken into piece on the floor. Now these are tough flashlights that a hamer couldnt even broken very easily, but they broke very easily. Our hands where cold as ice. Talon's clinging to be and shaking like hell. I, of corse, knock him off, one boy clinging to another just aint right. Anyway, we're walking back down the stairs when we notice something that wasnt there before: a doll, sitting there, right in the middle of the stiars. Now, we could not have missed that coming up, no way, no how, cause are eyes where on the stairs the whole way cause, well it is an old place, we didnt want to step on a broken step. I pick up the doll and it wasnt burnt or nothing, actualy it was pretty clean. I looked around but saw no one. We were heading out the door and for some reason I carried the doll with be. Just as we step out the door the doll was "snatched" out my hand. I turned and looked around but I didnt see the doll. For some reason I wanted to go look in the living room, but Talon didnt want to go back in, but, of corse, I made 'em. Anywho, there we are, looking around the living room, seeings only that that is in sunlight. There it was, the doll, right in the middle of the floor. A door in the corner of the darkness openned and then then we herd foot steps against the creaking floor. We staired over there, frozen. Then the foot steps came closer and stopped near the doll. The door used to get in and out of the house slamed shut. We turned and looked at the door close. When we turned back to the doll, it was gone. The sound of someone running came up and the noise ran passed us, as it passed both of our bodies felt cold (well, mine did, and he says his did,too). I may be brave, but not this brave. We both turned and ran to the door. We pulled and pulled but the door--was locked. Im thinking: "no way in hell is this happening. This is like an movie, and movies like this arnt real. No way." Then we herd what sounded like an little girl say "hello." We turned and looked, no one, just the doll, sitting there on the first step of the stairs as if sitting next to its owner. Talon was just plained shocked. I expected him to scream for help or cry or something, but he was frozen, starring amazed at the doll. I wasn't, I rammed the door a few times but still, it didnt open. I'm thinking again: "no way in hell is this happening. The door is half way burnt, how can be so strong?" I ran over to the nearest boarded up window. Even though I jumped out of it first, it seemed like Talon did before me. He ran like the wind, and I followed. We ran abck to his house and locked the door. Then we sat on the couth and starting talking about what just happened. I still can hardly believe this really happened, and I'm sure no one else will believe it, but it did. I don't care if you believe me or not.
Heres what happen to me: I'm over at my pal Talon's house in Lake City, and he tells me about this "haunted" burned house. The house wasnt burned down, just a little burnt here and there, but it looked like it could be repaired. Their was a family of 6 living there; a mother, 2 sons, 2 daughters and a young uncle. Anyway, they died in the fire. The house is big, with stairs and stuff, like Freddys, only not same color or same form. Anyway, he told me how his friends say they been in it and how it REALLY is haunted. Now Im thinking what any sane person would: he lied and theres no such thing as "ghost." I'm kind of person who loves a challenge and adventure. And the kind that isnt frightened easily. So, I wanted to go in the house to prove that it wasnt haunted. He dared me and said he would too, but when he saw that I was serious, he got scared, but I forced him into it. We go into this house, nothing that I didnt expect to see; cob webs, dusty furnature, creaking floors and door and stairs, darkness. We go up the stairs and he's shaking like a nervous dog. We walk into this one room and its picth black. We take out the flashlights and look around. Nothing. Now, the light is shinning on a wall at a painting and some on the floor under it, so if somthing ran by, we would've seen it. Then is shadow just passed right through the light. My friend was already half way toward the door before I grabbed 'em. We looked around but no mouse hole or nothing that anything could be living in near that could have made the shadow. We're thinking the same thing: how the hell can a shadow pass through light? Anyway, we continue looking around. We stepped into another room, it appear to be one of the girls room. We shine the lights around and then something just like knocked the flashlights right out of our hands and broken into piece on the floor. Now these are tough flashlights that a hamer couldnt even broken very easily, but they broke very easily. Our hands where cold as ice. Talon's clinging to be and shaking like hell. I, of corse, knock him off, one boy clinging to another just aint right. Anyway, we're walking back down the stairs when we notice something that wasnt there before: a doll, sitting there, right in the middle of the stiars. Now, we could not have missed that coming up, no way, no how, cause are eyes where on the stairs the whole way cause, well it is an old place, we didnt want to step on a broken step. I pick up the doll and it wasnt burnt or nothing, actualy it was pretty clean. I looked around but saw no one. We were heading out the door and for some reason I carried the doll with be. Just as we step out the door the doll was "snatched" out my hand. I turned and looked around but I didnt see the doll. For some reason I wanted to go look in the living room, but Talon didnt want to go back in, but, of corse, I made 'em. Anywho, there we are, looking around the living room, seeings only that that is in sunlight. There it was, the doll, right in the middle of the floor. A door in the corner of the darkness openned and then then we herd foot steps against the creaking floor. We staired over there, frozen. Then the foot steps came closer and stopped near the doll. The door used to get in and out of the house slamed shut. We turned and looked at the door close. When we turned back to the doll, it was gone. The sound of someone running came up and the noise ran passed us, as it passed both of our bodies felt cold (well, mine did, and he says his did,too). I may be brave, but not this brave. We both turned and ran to the door. We pulled and pulled but the door--was locked. Im thinking: "no way in hell is this happening. This is like an movie, and movies like this arnt real. No way." Then we herd what sounded like an little girl say "hello." We turned and looked, no one, just the doll, sitting there on the first step of the stairs as if sitting next to its owner. Talon was just plained shocked. I expected him to scream for help or cry or something, but he was frozen, starring amazed at the doll. I wasn't, I rammed the door a few times but still, it didnt open. I'm thinking again: "no way in hell is this happening. The door is half way burnt, how can be so strong?" I ran over to the nearest boarded up window. Even though I jumped out of it first, it seemed like Talon did before me. He ran like the wind, and I followed. We ran abck to his house and locked the door. Then we sat on the couth and starting talking about what just happened. I still can hardly believe this really happened, and I'm sure no one else will believe it, but it did. I don't care if you believe me or not.