What a Haunted place
There is always that one house. Out of all the houses in the neighborhood or when you’re taking your routine drive to work, it sits, looming, watching you as you pass. While it looks like an ordinary house, there is just something wrong with it. As if small little design decisions add up to bring a feeling of paranoia. The windows tilted slightly, the door chipped here and there, the grass a different type of green or growing in an odd way. The way it sits far back into its yard, way more then the other houses, like it doesn’t want to be seen as it hunts.
Cars sometimes are in the garage or on the outside, but that is a rare occasion. Most of the time it seems empty, no decorations on the outside, no movement from the shutters or windows. Just standing tall and ominous.
A bad dream at the end of a driveway.
There is always one. How did it become that way? Was it the builders? Was it the inhabitants at one time who cursed and committed sins so brutal that even the very foundation of the houses became awash in their atrocities? Or was it the very timber from a curse land that led them to do it? Was it built to be haunted by the souls trapped inside? Who knew that they were buying their own coffin when signing the papers.
Whether there is a curse, spirits, a reason, these houses pop up, linger, and become legends. Call it the seasoning of the neighborhood or area. A haunted house stokes the imagination, ignites the many fears of childhood and builds the trauma that adults lay awake at night consulting the ceiling about.
If you ever have the feeling the house you are buying isn’t quite right, close your eyes. Are you afraid to open them?
Then be wary of the house.
There have been many creepy houses that I have noticed in my life. My old neighbor hood had this one in the back streets on this corner. The yard was large and never up kept. Inside was a dog that would always rush the fence line and bark at us when trying to get to the pool across the street. Even the trees seems to be stuck in autumn.
Now there is a house that sits way back in its lot to the left side when I drive to the highway from our new house. It looks weird, it feels weird. The driveway is long and it seems that is off to one side of its yard, to close to the forest it’s next to. There never seems to be cars in the driveway, but I know someone bought it (after a long time being on the market). When I glance at it, the house glances back. It almost seems that the forest will eat it at any moment.
Haunted houses are fascinating. Do you have one where you live?
Let your mind run wild - Cheers ~