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THE DEATH ROOM
I live in Devon, England. One year we were on
holiday in Glencoe, Scotland. At first it was
just going to be an enjoyable, relaxing holiday,
but it was far from it! We were all sort of interested (or bored, depending on which way you look at it), so we pulled up, go out, and started towards the door. The smell of must and rotting wood was strong before we even got into the house. There was a plaque on the door, it said that it used to be a hospital and that the third room was a death room. It said more, but was un-readable for the moss. Upon entry, there was a weird feeling, like I was
being watched. My mum and step dad looked around
until they saw a window that did have glass in
it. Upon seeing that there was a back garden and so
they went out to explore. We found the death room...oh yes...we found it all right! Upon entry, there was a horrible stench, like rotting flesh and there were no floorboards either, just wooden beams. We balanced across, there was nothing really very interesting, but the smell was making our eyes water it was so bad. All of a sudden we heard Connor screaming and running down the stairs. We tried to catch up to him but he ran out of the front door and jumped into the car. We knocked on the window, he was white as a sheet. Later on, when he finally talked to
us, he said that he thought he heard a voice
singing his name with a low-tone frequency. Ross and I left him to his own accord. We walked
into the room that Connor was in, and it was
horrible, dark and dank with no windows and it had a
large hole in the roof through which we could see
the attic. Submitted From: Liam Mclachlan, Devon, UK Contact me here: stiksnpix@aol.com |