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Visions
of Blood
by M.
Ten Years ago, I was hanging out with some friends and we pulled up to their house. The first time I looked at the house, I got a serious chill and asked them if they were scared to live in that house. My exact words were, "Aren't you afraid someone might sneak in and stab you to death?" to which they looked at me weird and asked if I knew what had happened there. I of course said no and they told me that the people who lived there prior were murdered less than a year before. With this information, they told me to go on ahead inside the house while they brought some stuff into the garage. I entered from the family room which was a floor below the rest of the house. I walked up the stairs alone and in the dark, past two bedrooms, which I immediately felt that the one to my left to be the one the wife had died in. My friends entered through the kitchen and were hanging out in there, so I walked down the hall facing a living room with a fireplace and a weird little door near it, which led to an open place to store wood. The door was maybe 3' by 3' and I knew that to be the point of entry by the murderers, being that I could see the images of them coming through it.
I went to the kitchen where everyone else was, but I would not step onto the kitchen floor. I just remained in the hallway. They thought this to be funny and kept asking why I wouldn't go into that room. I never said why, but I just refused to step foot in there. Every time I looked at the floor, I saw blood. Later on I heard the story in detail. The man had died on the kitchen floor. They had gotten through that little door, and she had indeed died in that room off the stairs.
One time around 3 or 4 in the morning, I was walking alone through the hallway and i felt something brush past me and it filled me with such sadness, I felt so bad for the doomed couple. I stopped hanging around there a while later because they moved out. A couple years after that I seen an old man in the kitchen window, he stood there clutching at his throat, then he vanished. I haven't been by that house in years and years and don't plan on going near it anytime soon. I will never forget my experiences there or those poor souls that reside there as far as i know they still do.
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