[Posher778]

Hate typing long stories, so i'll give the short version. When I was around 10-11 my friends and I played outside near this house in our neighborhood that was empty. It wasn't run down or eerie, it just happened that no one lived there. In the basement of this empty house was a small crawlspace to a tiny, pitch black room. The cliche 'older kids' in the neighborhood told us a story about a man who shot his wife and kids and dumped them in the crawlspace in the 70's and left them there to rot. We used to get in that house (somehow, I think there was an unlatched window) and investigate the crawlspace. It was sealed with a small, spooky wooden door, but it wasn't locked. We always dared eachother to go inside and see if there were skeletons, but of course, being 10 years old we were chicken shit. Never did get in that crawlspace, but to this day kids in my old neighborhood around the age of 9-12 know that story, and no one has ever actually looked (that I know of). The house is inhabited now, as far as I could tell last time I visited my old town.