Haunted HousesThat Kill

From: Kaiya (aikokakeru@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: California
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Jul  4 03:03:48 2007

Hello, everyone.

Alright. a few years back, I was with my family, house hunting. my mom likes to take me along to make sure the houses are okay. So we stop infront of this house, and the realtor comes outside, absolutely estatic that someone dropped by. The house was beautiful on the outside and seemed nice. My mother and I hesitated to go inside; something was terribly wrong with this house.

We walked inside, and I could feel my breath leave my lungs. My mom gave a slight cough and gave the realtor a nervous smile. She could feel it too. She didnt want to stay here. I shuddered; someone slid their hands up my body, and covered my ears. Everything became muffled, so that i could barely hear the realtor speak, but I could still hear the voice clearly.

"shhhh...dont listen...." My body turned cold, the voice in my ear chuckled, and my mom was eyeing me warily. This house scared her, and the man holding on to me was making sure that she couldn't see him.

"...my..." he drawled, chuckling, "...you're pretty for a little one...." I felt someone else's hand cover my mouth, and my surroundings were still muffled by the hands covering my ears.

"shh...don't speak....it's alright..." I could hear the voice purring into my ear. I opened my mouth to talk, and nothing came out, and it became very difficult to breathe. I felt like I was drowning. My mother glaced back, and saw the alarmed look on my face, and took my hand. The man glared at her. Her touch was protecting me a bit, and he knew it. The flare of energy had zapped him quite soundly.

My breathing was short and choppy, "...what's wrong....?" the voice took on a sickly-sweet tone, "cant breathe?"

Something covered my eyes; it felt like a blindfold. Suddenly, I saw the bloodstains. Blood was splashed on the walls and floor. and he forced me to walk through the doorway that a little girl was blocking. She looked slightly younger then me; fear, very apparent in her eyes.

"DON'T LOOK." Her voice was like a whisper, but I could see she was yelling. The man looked at her with much distain, and she dissappeared. "...RUN..." was the last echo I heard from her. We had walked into a bathroom, the walls more saturated with blood then the last room.

And there, in the room, a girl was leaned against the toilet, head tilted into it, so you couldnt see her face. Kitchen knives littered the floor, and the nightgown she was wearing was in shreds. drenched with blood.

I tried to scream, and the man put his hand through my back, gripping my heart. I doubled over and my mother swiftly dragged me out of the house. She had seen the bathroom; but not the man who was twisting my heart. we were out within 15 seconds, and the man was stopped forcefully at the entrance, like he had hit a wall. He stood cockily.

"A little more and you would've collapsed....then you could've stayed with me, while your body was at the hospital." my mother was glaring at him. She couldn't hear him, but she could now see he was there. "...and you would've been comatose."

I cant type this without shaking so much. i dont think i had ever been so frightened in my life. I looked up the house, and there was a murder who commited suicide when the cops stormed the house. he murdered a little girl, who was raped, and brutally killed, stabbed, then drowned, and the last three families who had lived there had died of cardiac arrest, heart attack, or brain dead while in a coma. at least one person per family was attacked and diagnosed with sometype of anomaly. luckily the last few families moved before everyone died. They blamed the coma on pre tramatic force because the teenager had fallen earlier that day, slamming his head hard on the concrete. he had been treated for a concussion, and brought home, where he collapsed.

I dont remember the address of the house. the realtor told us most of the information after we refused to walk back in.