Wednesday, 5 June 2019
The house
The door was closed, and as I put my hand on the handle, I felt afraid of what we might find. I had been walking past this house for years as a kid but never dared to go inside. Even when Jim threw me a challenge to enter the house one summer day during my 5th grade I still chose to eat 3 very alive worms instead. And here I was 10 years later still terrified to bits. Suddenly, all the local weird legends about this place came back to me. A husband gutted in front of his 3 children by his jealous wife, a mobster using the place for "quiet talks" with the people who where later nowhere to be found, a crazy loner lurking in the shadows of the house luring kids in to the garden. Those where just some of the stories and not even the creepiest. Even adults used to chose paths that didn't lead too close to the house. So what was really in there? I was about to find out.
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