Creepy House

This is one of my favorite creepy houses in New England. I’ve always been fascinated by this place, and last summer I finally had an opportunity to walk the property and take some pictures. Previously, the house had been occupied and so I never felt right traipsing around someone’s property, but then the owners went to a nursing home, leaving the children, who don’t live there, to look after it. Perfect I thought, the house is empty, well, it was except for the pesky hillbilly sons that were staking the place out daily.

I knew they would eventually have to leave to run an errand or something, and so one day my friend and I waited across the street until the coast was clear. It was great to finally be able to freely walk around this place. We both momentarily forgot that we were trespassers until we strolled by a pickup truck containing a snarling pit bull. That crazy dog scared the hell out of me as he broke our spell of tranquility while attempting to bust through the glass of the rusting Chevy. We had already started exiting the property when the sons returned. Optimistically, we hoped they hadn’t seen us, but they quickly whipped their truck around and started coming at us. My friend and I dove into my car and peddle to meddle we flew with them close on our tail. Relentlessly, they followed us down the highway. Growing tired and wary, I decided to get off the highway and pulled into a parking lot with cop cars. The two sons boxed us in, approached us, and then grilled us with their missing toothed mouths. They wanted to know if we were with the news, or minimum housing, and most importantly if we had been inside the house, which we hadn’t, but now I’m dying to know what’s inside of course. In between grunts, they asked us a few more questions and then seemed to feel satisfied that we had not been inside, nor that we were of any threat to them, though, they still wanted our film, but them being toothless hillbillies, we easily persuaded them otherwise.

Although I’ve wanted to, I’ve never been back. The sons were pretty scary and I decided not to push my luck. I still want to get into that damn house though. One thing I know about it, is that it has never had indoor plumbing. Can you imagine growing up in a house in a modern residential American neighborhood with no indoor plumbing? How can you ever have friends over? What would you say to them? “Sorry, dude, I know you’re like used to using a toilet and stuff, but you got to use the outhouse.” Personally, I’d sooner die, and would remain friendless. It’s no wonder the sons are missing teeth and lack social grace.