We Bought a Haunted House with a Murderous Ghost

My wife and I moved into a new house recently. It’s located on an old road called Pine Ridge. We moved to this small town because I had gotten a job opportunity I couldn’t pass up. The house itself was fairly big. Two stories with a basement. It was a typical style house you’d see in Northern Michigan. We were told by the realtor that it was an old house with a lot of history which has initially intrigued my wife who graduated from college with a history degree. She loved that kind of stuff and ate up everything the realtor said. However… The realtor neglected to tell us a lot of things that we would later find out on our own. 

We eventually bought the place, moved, and started to make ourselves at home. Things didn’t start out weird at all. It felt quite normal actually. However, little by little things started to get strange. 

At first, it was the small things. Doors would close randomly. Or they’d open when I swore I shut them. Lights would flicker occasionally. The outside sensor light would flash on in the middle of the night, but nothing would be there. We heard plenty of strange creaks and noises at random times of the day and night. For the life of god, neither of us could figure out where or what was causing the noises. 

At that point, things were mostly explained away by coincidence. They were small things and went easily unnoticed. However, we should’ve realized then that the accumulation of strange occurrences meant something, but we were too stubborn and we didn’t want to admit that our investment into this house was a bad one. 

We continued to try to make things work as we made the house our home. However, things drastically started to take a turn for the worst. One day my wife went to get up in the middle of the night and woke me up with a scream. She swore she saw a woman in the bathroom. However after I searched the entire house, I couldn’t find anyone. We chalked it up to a lack of sleep. 

It wasn’t long after when I was in the basement something absolutely horrifying happened. As I was going through some of the boxes we stored down there, the upstairs door slammed shut and the lights flickered off and on. I swore I saw a man approaching me. I bolted upstairs and nearly broke the door off the hinges. 

However, after I calmed down, I went back downstairs armed with a bat but didn’t find anyone down there. Things continued to get stranger and stranger as we stayed in the house. Both of us can recount moments when we swore we saw strangers in our house. Mostly women. They were dressed in a sort of 90s attire usually. Every once and again, I’d see that same man I saw downstairs. He had the most sadistic smile. A murderous one. 

We later found out that the previous owners sold the house for these exact reasons. We thought we could stick it out until one night. It was a dark stormy night and my wife wanted one of the board games that we had packed away downstairs. We both went downstairs to look for it among the piles and piles of boxes. 

Suddenly the door slammed once again and the lights went out. They flashed on and that man stood before us with a bloody knife in his hands. There were bodies of dead women all over the floor and he was drenched in their blood. He started to make his way towards us. I grabbed my wife and bolted up the stairs. I kicked the door down and we exited the house. 

After that day, we moved out and later sold the house. If I could, I’d burn the place down.

The End

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