I TRUE HORROR

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Every small house in America has the scary house in the corner
That is supposedly haunted. I love that shit .I eat it up for breakfast. My town is no different. It's called the cadwell house,
And supposedly the ghosts of a man, a woman and a baby
Haunt the residents.
They were burned alive while they slept. There was another child too, a little girl named susan, whose body was never found.
They died in screaming torment on july 1 2010.
At midnight in june 1 2015, I broke into their abandoned home.
No one dared live their; only a brave few had ventured inside.
The place was bone cold. My flashlight barely pendtrated the darkness. I began to shiver as i walked up the dusty staircase.
The stairs seemed to go on forever; I began to tire.
Finally I reached the top. It became colder still,And i could hear a strange melody coming from a bedroom. My heart began to pound as I approached the door.I nudged it open and saw
Two dark shapes huddled over a crib.
The melody stopped. I heard a baby start to cry,soft at first ,
Then a piercing wail. Dark tendrils reached out , surrounding me . Then they began to circle at Preposterous speeds.
I was caught in a supernatural tornado. It became hard to breathe. Then a laugh piercing the atmosphere.
Booming, as if from the belly of fat saint Nick himself.
The apparitions jumped back, roaring in hatred. The little one became silent. The laugh was mine. I was impressed how the cadwell ghosts seemed to grow in their power , in their hatred.
Their hatred of me.
I pulled out some recent photographs of their beloved susan .
Bound, gaged, unnaturally dirty : she was near blind from living
In total darkness for 5 years .
I like to come back every anniversary and let Mr and Mrs cadwell
Know how their daughter is doing . I like to shiw little cadwell baby how his sister is doing .
She's not doing very well. Not very well at all.
Once again I lit a flame in their house . The pictures of susan
Quickly became a conflagration, illuminating eveything they have lost. Their torment has not ended with their death. It has only just begun.

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