This old house

I just recollected a past adventure. When I was around 16-17 I lived in a small Northern BC town called Fort St. John. I was out with friends doing what we did best, getting into mischief.

We had been up at one of our places of refuge, Fish Creek area. There was an old abandoned house that we had seen a number of times and commented it looked like a mass murderer lived there. We decided on this evening to investigate. We clambered under the rotten wooden and barbed wire fusion fence and trekked across the small field which the house resided on. The front porch was almost completely rotted through so carefully we climbed the steps and came to the front door. There was a pad lock holding the door shut. It turned out to be unlocked so we removed it and pushed the door open.

Inside the main entry was painted a bright sky blue which in contrast to the rotten wood outside was in pretty good shape. There in the doorway was a band saw. I laughed and joked that this was how the murderer cut his victims limbs off. But then my friend noticed a puddle of black or brown sticky goop. Right away our mind started to run. We moved into the Living area of the house to find what looked to be a couch or love seat constructed from old wood and leather. Our heads said" "skin". On the wall was a beautiful bronze sun that accented the still sky blue walls.

"These people have taste" I exclaimed.

We made our way towards the back of the house, there was a kitchen, or what was left of one. All the fixtures where bare having long since removed the sink and counters to replace them with other various power tools. Then it dawned on us since there are power tools ther must be power. Trying all the lights we found them all to be long since burnt out and with dusk approaching fast we needed to resort to flashlights. We continued towards the back where a door should have been but it appeared the current, or some past owner, had boarded them up. So we turned and started back towards the front. My light caught a crack in the wall and upon investigating a found a door. Opening it we saw it lead to the cellar. No one would go down. The stairs were short so I ventured down them. The floor was dirt and there were large puddles of water everywhere the walls were also dirt with rocks embedded in them for support. There was a shovel in the corner and a pile of dirt the look unmistakably like a shallow grave.

Needless to say I flipped out . Out I came like a bullet from a gun saying "Do not go down there." My friends excitingly asked "What was down there, what did you see." I told them and one of the girls that were with us said it was time to leave. Acting tuff I said "Not before we find the upstairs".

Back in the living room we saw what we were looking for a very small and steep set of stairs to the upper floor. I accented first of course. Upon getting to the top it turned out the upstairs was more like an attic with the sloped roofs, though it had been cut into three or four rooms. The main room which was possibly the master bedroom was bare except for a single box in the middle of the room. I went to go see what was in the box but as soon as I entered the room and tried the light (which in fact worked) a small musical box type song began to play. Now right there you are probably stopping and either saying bull shit, or get the fuck out of there. But it's true. Upon hearing the song I retreated from the room at first thinking it was some sot of alarm. The music stopped instantly. So I again ventured in. No more than on step over the threshold the music started again. And so again I stepped back. Silence.

We where at this point thoroughly terrified but most of the boys were trying to hide it. So I told my buddy to look once I was in the room for the source of the music. We discovered behind a couple of unhinged doors lying against a wall one of these cheesy musical cards. Why it was playing when I entered that room we may never know, though my explanation would the floor shifted just enough to open the card a bit. So upon discovering that the music was not emanating from the plains of the lost souls I felt confident in opening the box. Inside, you guessed it 20 - 50 silly hats. Everything from those battery operate clapping hats to a Black hat with a mourning veil. I put one on and walked out. We all laughed and our fear level decreased.

We continued exploring the upstairs and discovered 3 old school desks. The kind where there are four desks joined together with the lifting desktops and ink wells. Did this person teach the locals or something? The thought of 12 students sitting in this tiny space brought a chuckle. Just behind the desks there was a bathroom. I climbed over the bathroom and my friends followed. The floor was really rotten so I stopped my friends from coming for fear we would fall through. Me and a buddy opened the medicine cabinet and inside as a dead cockroach, which does not seem to strange except they are not native to the area. But besides the roach, I discovered a huge stack of pictures of little kids. Now these weren't old photo's that could have been of the student's no these were somewhat current school photos and pictures of kids playing in parks. Right there my spidey senses FLEW off the handle, and I said "Lets get the hell out of here."

With me being the calm one up until this point my fear instantly thought the entire group into hysteria. We ran like we have never ran out the door and into the now pitch black of night. None of us looked back until we got to the car. When we got there we were down one person. "Where is J?"

We never found him. We waited for ever and he never came. We were very scared at that point so we went home. That night we got a call from J. He had been captured by the owner of the house and arrested for trespassing. We had all thought he was dead so we ran, which I now feel bad about, what if he was hurt. But anyway we all had to attend court as witnesses but our friend took the fall saying we did not go in and he was the only one. He ended up not being convicted being so young, but I think we all learned a valuable lesson. Listen to your instincts. And go scarey places it's fun.