I believe in the paranormal but had never really experienced much until the fall of 1989.
I was a senior in High School and had just gotten word that an old house less
than a quarter of a mile from my house was the site of a
satanic cult. This wasn't broadcast on the news or anything
it was just word of mouth. Apparently the old house was
located down an old dirt path that was accessible from the
main road. The dirt path was located right beside a rail
road tressel that went over the main road. I lived on this
main road, my parents still live there today. The old house
was supposedly once used as a Boy Scout meeting place but
had stood abandoned for quite some time. I had heard talk
that a few students from my school had gone out there to
take a look and found that one of the rooms was splattered
in what looked like blood. An old chopping block was in the
middle of the room and a noose hung above it from the
ceiling rafters. Once the word had gotten out some boys
from the football team went out there and literally trashed
the house!
A friend and I decided to go look for ourselves even though
it had been vandalized. Sure enough, what was left of the
walls looked to have a red substance on it. I still think
to this day it was paint but who knows? The chopping block
was gone but the image of a square was in the wooden floor
where it looked like it might have previously stood. My
friend and I laughed it all off and forgot about the whole
thing. It was months later that the old house and it's
strange history would reappear....literally before my eyes!
One Fall night I was driving home. It was late, around
11.00pm. It was raining and I was driving east on the main
road in which I lived. I got to the train tressel. I slowed
down because it always seemed to flood under that tressel
and I didn't want to lose control of my car. As I slowed, I
looked to my right where the old path leading to the old
house was. To my astonishment I saw a figure standing
beside the old mailbox that sat at the edge of the path. It
was the eeriest thing I had ever seen.
A small man, no taller than the mailbox. A sinister face
with a pointy black beard. He seemed to be glaring at me
from the darkness. Even though it was very dark I could see
his piercing eyes. Then I saw a strange red glow around his
face. It was the glow from a cigarette. He brought the
cigarette to his lips and took a drag. This is when I put
my foot to the floor and hauled butt through the train
tressel! I quickly got home and thought about what had
happened. Maybe it was true. Maybe the devil himself had
some claim to that old house, or what was left of it. I
never told anyone of my experience.
It was about a year later that the old house would come
back to haunt me yet again! Some friends and I were hanging
out on an old dirt road....there were plenty around the
town!...we started telling ghost stories and I decided to
tell the story of the old house, minus my personal
experience. One of my friends then decided to tell a story
concerning the house.
One night he was driving east on the
main road. It was around 11:00pm and it was raining. When
he got to his part of the story where he said he looked at
the path beside the train tressel, I couldn't help but
finish his sentence. When I said, "and you saw a little man
standing beside the mailbox smoking a cigarette", his mouth
fell open and we all stood there in silence. It was the
most eeriest thing next to having seen the "devil man" by
the path. Our descriptions of the little man matched
exactly. It was one of those moments that make your hair
stand on the back of your neck!
It was shortly after that little gathering that we heard
news that the old house had been torn down. I still pass
under that train tressel almost everyday. I never saw the
little man again though and I never came across anyone else
that saw him. Maybe since the house was torn down he went
on to haunt somewhere else.....I may never know.....and Im
not sure I ever will want to know.
Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoy telling the
story of my one account with the unexplained.
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