This is my story and it is completely true, as I
I live in the city right next to a house that was used by Gestapo
during World War Two...
And that house has not been used for anything the last 60 years... So
one day I wanted to go inside to have a look.
I went with a flashlight, a picklock and a box. (in case I found
something to collect)
And after a short while, I found the backdoor... I picked it open
and went in. The first thing that I noticed was that it was
rather cold in there... But I just thought to myself that it had
been empty for 60 years, so nothing unusual here.
I organized myself while my eyes got used to the pitch darkness in
I noticed the stairs both upwards and downwards. I thought that the
natural place to find something must have been the basement, so I
When I got down into the basement I got a feeling that something just wasn't right.
And then I heard the first thing that really freaked me out. A
I can't describe it, just heart wrenching screaming. I
backed out a couple of feet but pulled myself together and kept
I came to a room after a short half minute (I walked pretty
slow because I was scared stiff). The room was empty, but
there were signs of torture there. Bloodstains on the wall etc.
And then I noticed a new "passage" out of the torture room. But as
soon as I saw it, something crashed behind me. I turned very slowly,
but reacted with a smile when I saw that it was only a piece of a
stone that had fallen down. I just said to myself that I had to stop
being such a wimp and continued towards the new passage. But when
my flashlight hit the passage the second time, there was somebody there.
A normal sized man about 8 yards away with a German Wehrmacht
uniform staring right at me. I can remember him well. He was the
scariest thing I have ever seen so I should remember him.
about 175cm tall (about 5.8-9ft) and he had a rifle in his hands. He
was also pale in his skin. All white and cold. But the thing I
remember the most is that he had no eyes. Where there should have
been eyes there was just empty spaces. I stood there paralyzed for about two
seconds. Just watching him. Horrified. And then he raised his left
arm (right from my side) and said something like: "Helmut... Kommen
sie hier!" or in English: "Helmut... Come here!" The last he
screamed so I felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise. But his mouth didn't move
while he screamed at me! When he spoke I just panicked more than
ever, I screamed at him and ran up the stairs and out, never looking
What I noticed the day after was that I had dropped the
flashlight, picklock and my box but I don't dare to enter that house
That was my story.
I can still remember him well, and I dream of
him often. But he always raises his arm and calls out what he said
to me and then I wake up.
The reason I know he said what he said
is because of the dreams.
Please write me if you have
seen/experienced something similar or have questions.