Hell House (7)

From: "Rachael Bassett" (punkin12984@yahoo.com)
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: About Hell House
Date: Friday, July 25, 2003 1:51 PM

My first time ever going to Hell House was about a year and a half ago, really late at night with my friend David. I had never been there and he wanted to take me, so off we went. we live about 15 minutes away from it, over in columbia. on our way, it started sprinkle a little bit, but we kept going. we parked in the old factory (and yes it does exist, its on the road leading up to Hell House) and started up the never ending staircase that seems to lead just starit up into nothingness, and yes, i mean straitup, it is rediculously steep, with no railings. halfway up, there was a loud crack of lightening followed by a boom and it started POURING, and needless to say, it didnt make the stairs any easier to get up. we got up to the top of the stiars, and there it was, the grand Hell House looming up in front. the storm started getting much worse and there was a muddy trail we would have to go up leading to the house. we decided not to go up on account of the storm and the fact that i almost killed myself on those stairs (there is one step on the stairs that is HUGE, like the step below it is missing and when you go down it, it seems like it never ends, and i slid and david had to catch me haha). we turned to go back and we heard a weird faint whisteling, and we were about to blame it on the wind when we heard dogs barking, we decided to get our booties OUT of the there. we wenrent afraid of ghosts, but we were afraid of crazy old men with dogs.

Now i havent gone for a long time since then until last night. yes, i was at hell hosue last night. my friend called me up at midnight and said she was going with a bunch if her coworkers from Target and wanted me there cuz she still didnt know them very well and she knows im into all that "ghost shit" as she put it, haha. well we all meet up at target and there is 13 total, we did a count so we wouldnt lose anyone. we drove up into ellicott city and parked at the old factory and, flashlights in hand, and everyone hand in hand because they were freaked out, i was pretty ho hum about it all, we started to make our way up my favorite stair case. it wanst raining this time so it was much easier but it was quite a workout. we made our way up the first stair case and then started up the woodsy trail, and suddenly, these two men come out of fricking no where. they looked about in their forties, and well, a teeny bit hillbillyish. they had these crazy southern accents and were wearing plaid shirts and torn jeans and carrying huge flashlights, and one looked like he had a gun in his pocket, so we were all kind of like ehh. i didnt really care for being around them so me and my friend and a few other people sort of backed off while a few of our manly boys talked to guys. then, our boys came back and said that the Men claimed they had an office up there and that they will show us around up there and show us the graveyard and the dungeon. i was like, dungeon? what? but we started walking with the two guys, still weirded out by them and figured wed rather have these guys in sight rather then following us trying to scare us and being weird. then one of the gusy started talking about how 15 minutes earlier there was a guy up in hell house running around with a shotgun claiming he had just escaped from some mental facility and that he was looking to kill his brother, and they made him leave. i dont kno whether they were trying to scare us or not but they were weirding me out, but we kept going cuz we figured it was too late to turn back now and we'd rather not be alone. he (by this time there was only one guy left, i have NO idea where the other one disppeared to), but he took us up by this huge pile of crap next to the house (like wood planks and old sinks and what not) and he kicked a few peices away and low and behold, there was a dungeon. it was a square hole in the ground with a ladder leading down and it looked like there was something living in it. we were like Okkkk and then we started climbing some rusty crap leading into the house, and it looked liek it was gonna crash on our heads. then my friend ryan cut his hand on an old rusty...stove or sink or something, so we turned to go back out of the hosue because it was dangerous and we didnt feel liek having to get tetnis shots that night. then the Man took us up another trail past the hosue and we came upon another house looking thing with stuff growing around it and there was a little shed with a HUGE pool next to it. these people must have been rish or something. the water in it reached the top and was green and murky and someone threw a rock into it and made a huge thick PLOP sound and released some sort of sickening smell so we kept walking, where we came up to about a dead end with these two broken down trailors with graffitti all over them. then the guy was like...this is my stop. we were like eh? your leaving? and he was like yah im going home and he disappeared behind the trailors and we were like whaaaaat the hell. i wonder if he lived in one and his friend in the other? freaky. then we kind of realized we were alone and then noticed another trail leading off behind the trailors with some headstones. i assume that was the graveyard, i didnt get a good look at them, because there we were so many of us and people were pushing to see so i said screw it. we kept walkingdown the dark trail and sliding on dirt and rocks and everyone slipping because by then only 2 of our flashlights were working, and let me tell you two crappy flashlights amongst 13 freaked out teenagers on a pretty much moonless night is not fun. after a long walk including the staircase we made it back to our cars and then in the light of the headlights we looked down at our arms and hands and noticed that some of us had blood streaked on our arms. some claimed it was rust but it definently wasnt because it was frickin dripping down my arms, like it was splashed on, and none of us got cut by anything, soooo....yah, we didnt know what to make of that. our only weird things were the two creepy men and the blood on our arms, we didnt see an old man, didnt hear dogs we didnt see an old priest with bloody hands. id love to see the priest tho, nothing like seeing a dead bloody priest to shock you back into reality. i recommend people going and visiting, its a fun group activity late at night, kinda weirds everyone out, but, for the love of God, BE CAREFUL. those steps are really dangerous and going into hell house is even more dangerous cuz the place IS falling apart and ryan DID get a small cut on his leg from something rusty, he will probably need to get a shot for it. email me back if you see the weird 2 men or anything else of interest!!!

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