dang nayr, you totally ruined a way for frat boys to score.

I thought they were joking, then I recognised one of the names on their team list. Oh my goodness!

When I was in college some locals were telling a story about a haunted house just outside of the city. They said that back in the 20′s a family lived there and the mother was into spiritualism and the occult. One day she killed her entire family and drew occult symbols in blood on the walls of the house. The house had been abandoned every since then. They said that the symbols could still be seen on the walls and that everyone who went there if they turned and looked at the house as they left would see the women in one of the upper story windows.

One the guys who knew where this house was agreed to take me there. True enough it was an abandoned farm house, but the house didn’t match the back story.

For one thing, the symbols written in blood were clearly not written in blood but oil from a used oil filter that was still near by. There were some pentagrams drawn in oil but there were also the names of various heavy metal bands also written in oil. Probably just the recent work of vandals. The electrical outlets and other aspects of the house clearly appeared to be from the late 60′s and early 70′s. Maybe even the 50′s but certainly not the 20′s. There was also a stack of newspapers and magazines that dated to the 60′s and 70′s.

As we left, I dutifully looked back to see the ghost. There was nothing there, but!!!! dum dum dum!!! we did hear something that sounded like laughter coming from the house. My friend started running towards the car, but I went back to the house to find the source of the sound. I realized that what we actually heard were sheep that were in a field behind the house on the other side of a wooded creek.

If I hadn’t been there this would story would have added a new detail to the local folklore. Now, sometimes the ghost would laugh at people as they left.