Colorado

HOUSE OF MURDER AND SUICIDE

(Anonymous)

Out on the west side of town is a farm, over grown with pines and dense brush. It has been there since the late 1800's. A woman (I'll call Anna) and her husband built a large beautiful home, barn, garage and animal pens. Anna raised a family and her husband kept food on the table and a roof over their heads. In the mid 1900's Anna suddenly died of heart failure and soon after her husband followed in death, they say of a broken heart. Anna's eldest daughter kept the family business going with her husband and their son. Anna's daughter suffered from mental illness in her mid 30's. She began to abuse her son and husband. Her husband was so stressed by the abuse he too began to abuse their young son. Many years passed and their son grew into an angry, hate filled teenager. One night he had enough of her psychotic abuse and he hit her back, but he did not stop until the last breath escaped her body. His father came home to find his bloody, bludgeoned wife on the living room floor. His son awaited him in a darkened corner with a loaded shot gun. The young man let off many rounds into his father. The son drug their lifeless bodies to the cellar where he hid them. He then began to hear voices, it drove him to insanity. Six month's had passed and the bodies had begun to stink up the entire house the son could not handle it anymore. He went to the barn and hung himself. His body hung there for almost a week before the local authorities found him and his family's rotting corpses.

Many years have passed since the deaths and the house has fallen to ruin. The local homeless individuals inhabit the home, not knowing the history of the house. Some have left the city and some have never shown up in town again. I heard about the house from some locals downtown. So I decided to investigate. It was a warm July night when my friends and I adventured onto the land. We all said a prayer to keep us safe before investigating the house. At first things were just quiet and uneasy....until we got to the house entrance. The flash lights began acting up, we heard moaning and footsteps all around us. The house had recently been in a mysterious fire and still smelled of burnt wood and melted wires. The house still had all the original furniture and belongings from the family who had died there. There were intense cold spots in the living room and bloodstains still evident on the rug. Rats and field mice were everywhere. The moans grew louder and the cold spots colder. We got very scared and decided to investigate the barn where the young man had committed suicide. The barn was damp and smelled of rotting flesh. One of my friends was sickened by all of this. The rope he had used still hung from one of the cross beams. It swung like the body was still there, hanging dead. We saw an apparition, it was greenish in glow and stood on the loft above the beam. My best friend said aloud "We are not here to harm you, we only come to see and to leave everything as we found it". The apparition grew brighter and a sudden feeling of danger came over us. It was as if he hated our presence, so we left. We investigated the animal pens and found another house and an outhouse. They were barely standing and appeared to be impregnable. As we headed towards our cars we heard screams and footsteps. We began to run. The screams and pleas grew louder. I fell in the barn. As I arose I saw the ghost of a boy. He was crying and pointed to my car. "Go....Go.....Before my mommy sees you!" He said. Then the screams of a small boy "No mommy, please. I am not Jim (name changed), No mommy". I was truly saddened and frightened by this entire experience.

THE HOUSE CALLS TO ME

(Angel)

My Great Grandmere built her homestead about 20 miles south of town. She was a good business woman of her day. She passed away a long time ago. Her gravestone says 1928, but my Aunt remembers her clearly and my Aunt was born in 1929! She split her property up among her kids. They never did anything with the property and it was abandoned. The family cemetery is on the property and I went out there for the first time about 5 years ago. I wandered up to the house and the door was part way open. I felt the strongest urge to go inside even though the floor is not stable enough to support any kind of weight. I could almost hear the voice calling me inside. It was eerie. I continued looking around outside the house and came to the cellar door. I wanted to go down and check it out, but my cousin told me not to because there were probably rats and tarantulas down there in the dark. I went out there again a couple of years ago to bury my Uncle in the family cemetery; again I was compelled to go inside the house. The door swung open slightly as I was looking up the stairs into the house. It was really weird, like I was being invited in. I wonder if my Aunt actually met my Great grandmere, or if she saw a ghost. I haven't been back there since the burial, but I want to real bad, I just don't know why. The house is still in one piece, but certainly not livable.

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