The house was an old hospital, in the late 1700's. In the 1800's a Serial Killer lived in it. He re-modeled the house, so that he could stuff his victims decaying bodies in the walls, roof, and floor. The police found him weeks after a 7 year old girl and her 10 year old sister went missing.They said he had died of fright. The house had been vacant for years on end. Soon, a small family moved in. No one had said anything to them about the murders. There was one room in the whole house that was the scariest. It was their little girl's room. The killer had kept the 7 year old girl, and her sister, in that room, and murdered them in that room. Their bodies were still in the wall. He had cut out the 7 year old's heart, and forced the 10 year old to eat it. Soon after that, the killer strangled the 10 year old in her sleep. She had to sleep next to the decaying body of her younger sister. Any way, so the daughter, who's name was Amy, refused to sleep or even walk into the room. Her parents let her stay in their room. Finally her mother forced Amy to stay in the room, while her father was away on a buisness trip, by locking her in the room. When she unlocked the door the next day, her daughter was no where to be found. Well, this startled the mother, seeing as how there are no windows in that room. The father came home to find his wife had commited suicide in the bathroom. He left her body there, and never reported it. He told everyone that his wife had left him while he was away, taking their daughter with him. He went to the store a couple days after he discovered in dead wife. He came home and put away the groceries, and walked to the bathroom. He found that his wife's body was gone. He wrote a journal entry that said this:
Date: 11-10-1912
I came home from the grocery store to find my wife's body gone. The blood was still on the floor, and on the mirror, but her body was no where to be found. I decided it was time to do research on the house. I found nothing that was truely interesting other than an artical that said a man had died in this house. It read:
June 9th, 1810.
A man was found in a bed room of his home of 20 years. The bed was covered in blood and there was rope on the ground next to him, but there were no signs of him being strangled or being injured in any way. Doctor Allison White says, "His heart just stopped. There was no signs of suicide. Nothing. He died of fright." Soon word got out about the death. It just so happened, it was exactly two weeks after two girls went missing, Amy, 7, and Jennifer, 10. The two girls where playing in their front yard, May 26th, when their mother called them in for dinner. She says, "Amy and Jennifer always came in for dinner, and I never had to walk outside to call them. I thought that they had lost track of time. When I walked outside they weren't any where. I began to get worried, so I reported it. They still haven't found my baby girls." The girl's mother, Lacy, soon commited suicide. Police think that the kidnapping of Amy and Jennifer are linked to the man found dead in home, recently identfied as Micheal Coleman, age 43.
My daughter's name was Amy, and my wife's name was Lacy. The women who's daughters went missing commited suicide and her name was Lacy. My Daughter went missing and her name was Amy. The girl in the artical's name was Amy, and she was the same age as my daughter. (He included a picture of the girl from the artical and his daughter.)
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| Amy, age 7, kidnapped. |
-Micheal C.
A few years after that, he forgot about his late wife and daughter. He re-married, and had another daughter. His new wife, Mary, wanted to name the little girl Jennifer. He agreed to it. When Jennifer was ten, her mother died of cancer. She said to her father, "Daddy, sissy wanted me to tell you that she misses you." The girl's father stared at her, confused. "What ever do you mean?" The girl said again, "Sissy wanted me to tell you that she misses you." Micheal kept staring at his daughter, "You don't have a sister, hun."
"Yes I do! Her name's Amy and she's 7!" Her father's eyes grew wide. He pulled out his journal and said it was time his daughter heard about this. He read his journal entry out loud, watching his daughter. He showed her the pictures of Amy, his daughter, and the girl who was kidanpped. She pointed at the picture of her late sister. "That's sissy."
"Honey, Amy went missing when she was 7. There is no way you saw her." Then he relized, Amy hadn't went missing. She died. "But, daddy, mommy told me about her." He was begining to grow mad at his young daughter. "YOU DON'T HAVE A SISTER! YOUR MOTHER DIED!" He screamed at the girl, slapping her. She fell to the floor, crying. Then he heard a young girl whisper in his ear, "Pray for your life." Amy. He thought. Jennifer stood up, "Sissy is going to be mad at you!!" She holler at her father. His eyes got wide. Lacy, Amy, and Mary had all died tragic deaths. The two little girls who had been kidnapped, their names were Amy and Jennifer. Amy was gone, and now Jennifer was next. He called Jennifer's aunt, and asked her to look after Jennifer. After Jennifer left, he did research. Micheal Coleman had a sister named Mary, who had died of cancer when she was 23, and had two daughters. They were adopted by her friend, Lacy. Jennifer and Amy, the girls who were kidnapped, were Micheal Coleman's neise's. After a few hours of research, he decided it was time for Jennifer to come home. Then he got a call. "Hello?" he answered his phone. "Yes, is this Micheal C.?"
"Yes, why?" He sat down, "We have some bad news." His eyes grew wide. Had they found Amy's body? "Might I ask, who is this?"
"This is the hospital. Your daughter and sister were involved in a bad accident. Your daughter is being tended to, but your sister didn't make it. We are sorry. You can come pick up your daughter, and take her home." He blinked back tears. He was right. If Jennifer died, the cycle would finish with him, if he didn't figure out what was going on with this house. "I'll be there in an hour." Soon after he picked up his daughter, she was in his bed, asleep. He walked into the bathroom. He heard a voice start saying this, "From the ceiling of the room of death, the liquid from bodies, decaying for hundreds of years, drips down, turning the room into a sickly yellow. The town starts to die. The town starts to turn yellow, the sun going down. Spirts of thousands of dead, haunting the house. A girl of 10, dying in a wreck, her father the grandson of a serial killer. Spirt of Micheal, will kill us all." Soon more voices joined in, "Spirt of Micheal, haunting this house. Spirt of Micheal, kill us now. Death is far, but close. Help us. Help us all. He came into our lives and killed us. Left us in the walls, ceiling, and floor. A suicide case, before the murder of a girl. Thousands of dead. Thousands of dead. Spirts come to kill Micheal now." He heard some one in the door way. He turned slowly, scared of what he might see. Jennifer was standing their, holding a screw driver. "Daddy, they need our help."
"What do you mean?" His daughter walked past him and lodged the screw driver between two boards, on the wall. "They want out, they need help. Their spirts killed Mommy, sissy, and so many others. They will never rest. We must save them." He walked over to his daughter, thinking about what the voices had said. Left us in the walls, ceiling, and floor. Him and his daughter pulled on the screw driver, pulling off the boards. They did this to the whole house. He called the police. He found the body of his daughter, and both of his wifes. Then he found the body of Jennifer, his daughter. He turned to find Jennifer was no where to be seen. The police arrived. They found over 3,000 bodies, not including those of his wifes and daughters. All of which some how were either related of knew Micheal Coleman.
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