Some years ago, an old friend was searching for old houses to buy, fix them up and resell them for a nice profit, He had a list that he was going to look at and had invited me to go along . Since I really didn’t have anything important to do, I accepted his invitation.
We had looked at old houses all day and it was getting late in the afternoon and we only had a few more to look at, This next house was an old mansion, it sat high on a hill and overlooked most of the abandoned old village. It looked to be hundred years old and was really run down and a very large job to undertake.
We entered the house by the cellar and went into a sub-basement which was full of old dusty items. Rats, mice and other crawly things. Then up through a cellar door and entered the regular basement. Which had an old stone bin for coal or wood and a लिफ्ट to get the wood up to the fire place. There were stairs that lead you up to a large kitchen that had no modern cooking equipment. Just a fire place that held a rack, with a cast iron pot, setting over a pile of ashes.
There was a very large dinning room, a setting room. the main entrance and a living room and a room the could have been a library or den. The furniture was still in place, it was old , expensive and covered with dust and ash. It must have been worth a fortune. The fire places were huge and well constructed. Old pictures were still hanging on the walls. It held all the things you would find in home for wealthy people. A long winding stair way that went up two more floors with bed rooms with all furnishing still in place. We entered each room and they all smelled of mold and rot. This all had to be very beautiful at one time.
One door lead up to an attic where a number of old things had been stored, We found an old trunk and opened it and we removed old clothing from years passed. There were old books with hard binding, I took one from the trunk and opened it. The title was on the origin of Phobias from nations of the world. They were listed by the nations of the world, in alphabetic order, with the name of each Phobias. Many were the same as other nations, only they all had different titles.
My friend pulled another very large book from the chest. It was huge with hard binding and inside, on the first page it read, ( Witch Craft ), when he first touched the book, he felt heat in his fingers, as if his fingers were being burned. He opened to the second page and tried to pronounce the first word. A bolt of bright light flashed with the sound of thunder. That almost knocked us off our feet. It took several minutes before we could see anything. Then, there before us, was an old coffin, setting on a base.
We had looked at old houses all day and it was getting late in the afternoon and we only had a few more to look at, This next house was an old mansion, it sat high on a hill and overlooked most of the abandoned old village. It looked to be hundred years old and was really run down and a very large job to undertake.
We entered the house by the cellar and went into a sub-basement which was full of old dusty items. Rats, mice and other crawly things. Then up through a cellar door and entered the regular basement. Which had an old stone bin for coal or wood and a लिफ्ट to get the wood up to the fire place. There were stairs that lead you up to a large kitchen that had no modern cooking equipment. Just a fire place that held a rack, with a cast iron pot, setting over a pile of ashes.
There was a very large dinning room, a setting room. the main entrance and a living room and a room the could have been a library or den. The furniture was still in place, it was old , expensive and covered with dust and ash. It must have been worth a fortune. The fire places were huge and well constructed. Old pictures were still hanging on the walls. It held all the things you would find in home for wealthy people. A long winding stair way that went up two more floors with bed rooms with all furnishing still in place. We entered each room and they all smelled of mold and rot. This all had to be very beautiful at one time.
One door lead up to an attic where a number of old things had been stored, We found an old trunk and opened it and we removed old clothing from years passed. There were old books with hard binding, I took one from the trunk and opened it. The title was on the origin of Phobias from nations of the world. They were listed by the nations of the world, in alphabetic order, with the name of each Phobias. Many were the same as other nations, only they all had different titles.
My friend pulled another very large book from the chest. It was huge with hard binding and inside, on the first page it read, ( Witch Craft ), when he first touched the book, he felt heat in his fingers, as if his fingers were being burned. He opened to the second page and tried to pronounce the first word. A bolt of bright light flashed with the sound of thunder. That almost knocked us off our feet. It took several minutes before we could see anything. Then, there before us, was an old coffin, setting on a base.
It wasn’t made of wood, but of stone and there was carving on it with funny looking things. My friend went really close. To examine it and touched it in several places. Then like magic, the lid popped open and the body of an old lady was stretched out! before us. She was all dressed in black. She had a wooden stake driven into her heart.
Than, faster than you could blink an eye. Her arms and hands reached out and grabbed my friend, pulling him into the coffin with her. Then the coffin lid slammed shut. I don’t remember how long I stood there, in shock. I tried to get the coffin lid to open again, but it was useless.
The sun was just coming up in the east. The next thing I remember, I was in the car driving, half way back to town, where I lived. I thought about this for a couple of days and then decided I should tell someone about this, So down to the police station I went. There, they all looked at me as if I was crazy, a Catholic priest was called, and he said a prayer. But he also looked at me real funny.
It was months later, when they let me out of the asylum. And I was still very troubled. I talked with other friends and different clergyman and the family of my missing friend. We decided to go back to the old mansion as a group for a second look. In the attic we found the old trunk, it was still open. The book was still there. One of the clergyman opened the book and spoke the words on the second page. We waited, but nothing happened.
The book was passed around and when the Catholic Priest touched it, there was thunder and lighting again, and the cross around his neck started to smoke and melt. The coffin lid came open and my friend jumped out of the coffin and he looked all dried out and a hundred years old. A couple of shots of whisky gave him back some color. He was taken to a church and put in a tub of Holy Water and was submerged in it for a time. The water boiled and then cooled and my friend became his old self once more. But he always had a funny look on his face and he was hesitant whenever he moved. He was very reluctant to enter an old house again. Another thing that we all noticed, He once was right handed, now he is a lefty.
There are all kinds of Phobias. Hydra phobia, Claustrophobia. Fear of heights, fear of being too deep. fear of dark, fear of sounds, anything that is not understood, we all have a fear of something, I have one or two myself. Her name is Peggy! And I will never go into an old house again or eat mushrooms!
As for my self, I will write the story and only hope you will read them, Just stay away from attics and don’t open any old trunks, and keep your hands off of old books!
By; Ben R.
June 12, 2011
It was months later, when they let me out of the asylum. And I was still very troubled. I talked with other friends and different clergyman and the family of my missing friend. We decided to go back to the old mansion as a group for a second look. In the attic we found the old trunk, it was still open. The book was still there. One of the clergyman opened the book and spoke the words on the second page. We waited, but nothing happened.
The book was passed around and when the Catholic Priest touched it, there was thunder and lighting again, and the cross around his neck started to smoke and melt. The coffin lid came open and my friend jumped out of the coffin and he looked all dried out and a hundred years old. A couple of shots of whisky gave him back some color. He was taken to a church and put in a tub of Holy Water and was submerged in it for a time. The water boiled and then cooled and my friend became his old self once more. But he always had a funny look on his face and he was hesitant whenever he moved. He was very reluctant to enter an old house again. Another thing that we all noticed, He once was right handed, now he is a lefty.
There are all kinds of Phobias. Hydra phobia, Claustrophobia. Fear of heights, fear of being too deep. fear of dark, fear of sounds, anything that is not understood, we all have a fear of something, I have one or two myself. Her name is Peggy! And I will never go into an old house again or eat mushrooms!
As for my self, I will write the story and only hope you will read them, Just stay away from attics and don’t open any old trunks, and keep your hands off of old books!
By; Ben R.
June 12, 2011
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