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House
at the end of the street
When I was in 3rd grade we moved to a town called Cushing. Lets put it this way the old houses out numbered the pop. Of the living!! Tree roots has taken up residences longer that humans. Any who there were only 5 of us kids there. Including my and my sister who wasn’t involved with us she was too old to play with us. (She was 13 at the time need I say more) one day my friend who live with his grandparents was outside so I went over to him and asked why no one lived in the house at the end of the street. It was a beautiful house, wrap around porch with a huge bay window with stained glass for a border just gorgoeous!!!! His grandma came outside and told us to never, never go to that house it wasn’t a nice house. So we decided to go to the house one night. You know we happen to have an opening in our agenda. We all went (besides my sister) I didn’t want to go in the house it wasn’t so beautiful in the dark! So we talked the one who lives w/ his grandparents to go inside. We thought it would be funny to go around and go in the front door to scare him, well the front door was boarded shut. So went back to the back, crept inside to the kitchen, by the time we got there he screamed and ran straight down the street. We laughed, but then we heard a lady scream and footsteps running through the living room and out the front door, which we knew wasn’t possible. We looked at each other and ran like crazy, we decided not to tell anyone this happened. The grandma told my mom that I asked about the house, she gave my mom an old newspaper article about a killing that happened in the early 70s. A man came home from the war to his wife and 2-year-old daughter. He went crazy killed his wife in the kitchen as she was making supper and chased his daughter out of the house on her tricycle and killed her with the same knife he just killed her mom w/. Then back inside and killed himself w/ the same knife. All in daylight!!! No kidding...all I can say is if you want a thrill and chills go to that house it is still there and no one lives there. Wonder why?
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