From: rippy6393 rippy6393@earthlink.net
To: obiwan@ghosts.org
Subject: Rehab House
Date: Sunday, October 14, 2001 11:27 AM
Location: Outside Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
Rehab House
This story is true and I really did experience this. I have had nightmares simmilar to this event that happened for months. This story takes place in south eastern Pennsylvania just outside of Philadelphia.
There is this house where my old friend live. It used to be a rehab center for people getting off drugs but it has been abandon for many years. My friend and I always used to go back through the woods and look at it. It had three parts to it. There was an office, the main house and some other thing. One day we decided to go into the house. The front door was locked so we went in through the basement. We found a bunch of old pictures on the ground outside of the basement door. The basement was almost pitch black but it had a blueish tint to it. We found our way to the basement stairs and walked up. They were rotted out and creaked a lot. I already was scared, I felt like someone was following me. We opened the door and we were in the kitchen. It had an old stove and a termite infested table.
Then out of nowhere there was a giant bang. It sounded like a gunshot but it was just a door slamming shut. I was suprised that the door didn't break through. We said to ourselves that it was just the wind (the windows were closed). We kept on walking though. I began to get really scared and I thought I was hearing footsteps behind me. We walked through the living room. The carpets were stained and smelled. We left and went back into the kitchen. We then approched the stairs to go upstairs. I could have sworn that I heard my voice being called but my friend didn't hear it. We walked up stairs both of us curious but scared and we made our ways through the hallways. Only one room was open and we walked in. The door slammed shut behind us. We ran out the door 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 stains all over the walls. On our way down into the basement we heard footsteps behind us. We left the house and ran to my friends house, never to return again.