Posted: Jun 14, 2006 9:57 am
Oh god, I have tons of stories like this. To prevent myself from going on and on, and I will share just one anecdote with you:
I used to date a girl who had the remains of an abandoned, torn down building in her back lot. Said house was the first house ever built in her area, and at the time it was one of the only houses back there. The house was inhabited by a young married couple in the 1940's or 50's. As the story goes, the wife went into town for groceries one day, and when she returned, she found her husband had been murdered/mutilated, suppousedly by a bum who was never caught. The woman turned into a total recluse and barely left the house again until the day she died.
I know the story sounds like total bullshit, but that much is actually true. The woman was still living there when my girlfriend and her parents built a house in front of hers, and they used to have to help her by buying groceries and stuff, because she was a total recluse. Apparently she had gone a bit nuts, but would openly talk about what happened. My girlfriend used to go visit her, and apparently the house hadn't been changed much since the time of the murder...old fashioned Packard or whatever was still in the garage, the furniture in the house was decaying old 40's/50's shit, yadda...my girlfriend felt really bad for her.
By the time I was dating my girlfiend, the woman had been dead for a few years, and the house had been knocked down. I think my girlfriend's parents had actually bought the lot that it was on (which was basically their backyard...) and had it torn down.
Anyways, one day when my girlfiend and her parents were out of town for a week, I convinced her to let me have the key to their house. Ostensibly, my reasoning was that I wanted to come over and drink/watch TV in her room. My real motive, however, was to surprise her by cleaning up her bedroom (which was disgustingly filthy) and leave her a few gifts I bought on her bed. This was when I was young, gooey, and romantic...but whatever.
I didn't have a car at the time, so I had to taxi over to her place. I had their house key with me, and a few things I had bought to leave her.
On the way over, the cab driver mentioned that he grew up in the same area we were going. We had the following eerie conversation on the drive up:
Taxi Driver: "Yeah, we're headed in that same area where that murder took place...you know about that?"
Taxi Driver (pulling up to her house): "Wasn't that...the house right there?"
Me: "No, it was in back of this house."
Taxi Driver: (silence)
Me: "Here's your money"
Taxi Driver: (silence)
Me: "K, bye".
This was pretty unsettling, so bear in mind, my brain was already a bit loopy from this, and it put me on edge. I walk up to her house, and her dogs are barking like nuts. These dogs almost never barked, and they were already barking like crazy, non-stop, before I even approached the house. I was about to put my key in the door, when all of the sudden I heard what I thought was screaming coming form either inside the house, or the backyard. I also heard what I thought were people walking around in her house.
Weirest experience of my life, almost like something from Evil Dead. I have no idea if it was just my nerves or not, but needless to say, I got the fuck out of there and walked back home. I gave her the gifts in person, later.
A few weeks later her dad started reporting doors opening by themselves, and people scratching at the back window...creepy hell neighborood!