Seeing the Color Red

Before reading this, I would like you all to know I am NOT crazy. If you think ghosts and demons aren't real well they are. I learned this after moving into my house which I have left for a new home. Before I bought this house, the owners told me of the horrors of the house. Back in 1832 it was used as a place to kill people. A local serial killer in the town back then used this land to kill his victims.

He would stalk his victim for months sometimes, and then kidnap them. He took them to his land, the land which the house now sits on, and tortured them for days. When they finally lost all hope and went insane, his fun was over. He killed them and hung the bodies from trees.

Legend said that his victims spirits still haunt the land and take revenge on those who dare to live on it. I thought this was a very amusing story and bought the place. If these people wanted to make up stories let them. It was gonna take a lot from me to not buy this house. It was a big house in the middle of no where, which meant little noise and I could relax.

Night 1

I took the master bedroom, which had the biggest room in the house, of course. Most of my things were still packed, but the things I needed for the night I unpacked. at about 11:30 I settled into bed with Stephen King's 11/22/63. About 60 pages later, I was asleep.

I stayed that way until a load crash awoke me. I awoke with a jolt and looked around. A box had fallen was all. Nothing to be alarmed about at all. I told myself my nerves were getting to me and I needed to sleep, so I went back to sleep.

Night 2

After what happened last night, I made sure to not stack my boxes anymore. I had gotten some things unpacked, which meant I had less boxes that could fall. After seeing that all my boxes were not stacked, I went to sleep.

Around 3:00 in the morning, I awoke to a crashing sound. All my boxes were on the floor so what fell? As I looked around, I saw something written on the wall. "HELP ME" was written on the wall in red. I went to investigate and found the red was really blood. Now I was freaked out. I got some sheets and a pillow and slept on the couch that night.

Night 5

It had been 3 days since the HELP ME written in blood appeared on my wall. That night things got worse. Another crash awoke me like always. I looked around and saw nothing. Shrugging, I laid back down. As I layed down I felt something warm on my arm. I turned over and bolted up right. Next to me was a body that had been torn open and it's guts spilling out. Blood covered my sheets. I screamed and ran for the door, which was locked some how.

I panicked and just stood there. The body began to twich a little. I went over to it which was a stupid idea of course. It was a woman's body I learned after looking at it closer. Her eyes opened and she screamed help me. I asked how, and blood began to pour from her open torso. I screamed at this sight, and puked on the carpet. As I was puking her screams of pain and terror filled my ears. When I was rose up from my puke session, there was no body on the bed or blood covering the sheets. I knew somrthing was really wrong after this. Maybe the house really was haunted.

The Final Night

A lot happened between this time and the night I first saw the woman. She appeared to me again covered in blood, cut open from the neck down, with her guts hanging out several times after that. This happen fro a week or so every single night around the same time each night. I got use to it after a while and it no longer bothered me. The last night in that hell hole was the worse night I have ever had in my 32 years of life.

The woman appeared again and the same time like always. She did the same thing like always to. The thing that was different this time was that she did not disappear. Her corpse got up from the bed this time. When she got up, her guts fell out onto the carpet.

She stood there and looked at them. After whar seemed like a hour, she grabbed the guts and screamed. I can still hear the screams to this day in my ears. She ran towards me. I was paralized by fear. She put her large intestine around my throat and choked me with it. As I gagged for air and clawed at it, she started to rip chunks of flesh off my face with her mouth.

I screamed in pain as I felt my face being bite off slowly. Blood running down my face, I soon felt the life slipping from me. Right before I passed out, which would have meant death, it stopped. She was gone. I felt my face and it was still there like nothing had eve happened. I grabbed my coat and keys and left that house. I called for some people to pack up my things for me in the morning. I was never setting foot in that house again.

I have done research on the house and the stories were true. People did die there and I was not the only one who had reported strange things going on there. A new family lives in that house now. A young husband and his wife and twin girls. I tried telling them to not buy it but they didn't listen. A few weeks later, they were all four found dead with the dad's body hanging from a tree.

The police deemed it as a murder suicide. Dad goes crazy and kills his family, sees what he has done and hangs himself. I know what really happened. The woman got to them and did this or maybe something else in that house did, but that dad did not kill himself and his family.

If you find this house DO NOT BUY IT OT EVEN GO INTO IT. If you do, may God be watching over you.

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