Madman at 1:00

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Story type: Ghost
Location: ???
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Aug 15 12:22:22 2007

In our town there is a forgotten road that is about one mile long. when you come to the end of it there is this beautifull 18th century mansion. No one occupy's this house nor have they for about 300 years. A couple of my friends and I wanted to have a camp out at this house but before we could go we wanted to research it just to see if there was any juicy stories we could tell before nightfall. As i was researching i found that that house used to be a torture place. This mad doctor ran crazy tests on people. The neighborhood thought that he was a good doctor so when he asked people to pose as a lab rat they agreed thinking this guy was safe. Apparently he killed tons of people seeing if they could live without a liver or seeing how deep he could cut someone with out them bleeding to death. He ran many unsuccesful tests. Anyway I couldn't wait to get my friends at that house to tell them this story. The night we decided to go was ironicly Friday the 13. We decided to take a tour of the house. We started on the 2nd story. we found the doctors bedroom, nothing special. We walked around and nothing was good up there. We went down to the 1st floor. Everything looked like an unused house but some of his stuff was left behind. Then my friend found an entrance to the basement. None of us believed the story but as soon as we opened the door to the basement i got a cold eery feeling that i didn't want to ignore. As i told everyone they rolled their eyes and convinced me to go. We walked down the stairs and there were tables of random rusty knives but really nothing else. I still didn't get a very good feeling after we returned up the stairs. We finally got settled in our sleeping bags and told stupid scary stories to one another with only a flashlight in the middle of 7 of us. around 12:30 the stories got intense and actually scary. when it was 1:00 everyone was kind of tired and we were almost ready to go to bed when we heard a loud crash coming from the basement. Everyone gathered their things and were ready to run out the door. We heard nothing for a couple of minutes. A couple of friends explained that it was probably only the wind coming through a window. Finally we decided to go check it out we opened the basement door and my feeling came back 10x worse. as we quietly took the stairs we heard small whispering noises that we all chose to ignore. when we reached the bottom it was pitch black. as i reached for the light switch a glowing kind of light came from one of the desks. my friend walked closer to try to get a better look and as she did the glowing became brighter and brighter until finally we could make out a face...a male face! we ran up the stairs collected our stuff and sprinted down the road until we came to the car. We piled inside and got out of there. we have never returned to that haunted place but each time we pass the road i get a very uneasy feeling as if i'm being watched.