Rehab House
This story is trueand I really did experience this. I have had nightmares simmilarto this event that happened for months. This story takes place insouth eastern Pennsylvania just outside of Philadelphia.
There is this house where my old friend live. It used to be arehab center for people getting off drugs but it has been abandonfor many years. My friend and I always used to go back throughthe woods and look at it. It had three parts to it. There was anoffice, the main house and some other thing. One day we decidedto go into the house. The front door was locked so we went inthrough the basement. We found a bunch of old pictures on theground outside of the basement door. The basement was almostpitch black but it had a blueish tint to it. We found our way tothe basement stairs and walked up. They were rotted out andcreaked a lot. I already was scared, I felt like someone wasfollowing me. We opened the door and we were in the kitchen. Ithad an old stove and a termite infested table.
Then out of nowhere there was a giant bang. It sounded like agunshot but it was just a door slamming shut. I was suprised thatthe door didn't break through. We said to ourselves that it wasjust the wind (the windows were closed). We kept on walkingthough. I began to get really scared and I thought I was hearingfootsteps behind me. We walked through the living room. Thecarpets were stained and smelled. We left and went back into thekitchen. We then approched the stairs to go upstairs. I couldhave sworn that I heard my voice being called but my frienddidn't hear it. We walked up stairs both of us curious but scaredand we made our ways through the hallways. Only one room was openand we walked in. The door slammed shut behind us. We ran out thedoor and into the hallway. Now some of the other doors were open.As we ran by we looked into them. One of them had blood stainsall over the walls. On our way down into the basement we heardfootsteps behind us. We left the house and ran to my friendshouse, never to return again.