Alright guys time for me to tell my fucking stories, you have gotten me all scared and shit. Oh, and Battle Pope, about those goosebumps, I get them everytime I think about my "Adventures."
Ok so which to tell first, the Haunted Houses on Riverdale Road, or the Ridgehome Detention Center...
Ok, Riverdale. Just say that fuckin shit to yourself, Riverdale Road... Its fucking the creepiest name ev4r.The actual road has many horror stories about it, all of witch are accurate, I have personally experianced most of them. But those stories are for later. Ok, on Riverdale Rd. in Thornton CO, there are two abandon houses on the same property. One is a white, one level house with a lot of rooms, it actually appears to mabey have been a church at one point the way it is setup. This house is stupid, but I do have a scary story about this one too for later. The second house, is a large, very frighteningly scary two-story black colored house. It is actually made of wood, but it is soo old that it has turned to black. Now rumor has it, that a man used to kill people in the basement of this house and fill old jelly jars with there blood. And they say that he had a cat that used to meow right before anyone was murdered inside. Ok, creepy enough. So me and 3 of my friends go to this house. It was like 11:00pm or so and we get there, on the way there, we passed the house, so I go to turn around in the middle of the street, there were no cars coming and all of a sudden when I am in the middle of the street, the wrong way, a car comes super close to hitting us, not even slowing down. I did a reverse burnout in a 1990 GMC Safari Van to get outta the way. So we're already a little scared. So we go up to this house, and the first thing we see is a decapitated doll of a baby crucified to the door. Ok, getting better... So after some screaming and some running and the worst escape attempt of getting in the van, we regrow our testicles and go back to the house. Before we went in, we found a screen from a window on the ground and we tear it apart and each of us take a border peice for a weapon. Now inside the house, weird shit starts happening. The two cell phones that we have die. The flashlight keeps flickering wanting to die, but it never does. We first explore the ground level, nothing too exciting, just weird shit, and a shitload of shotgun shells. Everywhere. We also shut an lock the door to the basement. Just in case... Then we went upstairs, upstairs was baisically like the ground level, but the thing that was fucked up about the upstairs was this. I was entering this one room, I was leading cause I had the only flashlight, and all of a sudden I feel something start digging its way into my four fingers holding my weapon. It was the material from the screen, the cable shit and if it would've tightened anymore, I would only have a thumb to type this with. So I say someone is stepping on this shit, and they need to get off of it, but noone was, It was actually caught and tangled damn good on a screw that was higher than my head. But it had been dragging on the floor the whole time, and that happened in about as much time as it takes to walk through a doorway.... Odd...
Well we eventually grow the cajones to venture into the basement. Now this is fuckin scary, because I am the youngest, smallest and I am the one that has to go first when I almost lost my fingers 10 minutes earlier. To hurry this story up, we get into the basement, where it is just flooded with dead crow carcasses. Some fresh, some old. And back tucked in the far corner of the basement is a little tiny workroom no larger than a walk-in closet. Inside were a lot of jars with dried red fluids in them and Many, MANY shotgun shells, bullet-holes in the walls, and the walls were bloodstained. Needless to say we ran the fuck outta that place.
Now stupid fucking us, we notice that way back behind to house, past some creepy old horse stables and a stuffed bear that had been lynched from the rafters, was a large oldtime airplane hanger. "Oh, lets go see whats in there."
We never made it.
We were walking, looking around when all of a sudden my friend Scott was like,"Did you guys hear that? It sounded like a door creaking." We were like, "Knock it off Scott," but then I heard it and told everyone to shut the fuck up. In less than 5 secs. of everyone quieting down, we ALL heard a cat meow!!!!! This was no fucking Garfeild meow either, a dreadful, horrifying meow. Needless to say, we were much better getting in the van the second time and getting the fuck outta there.
Well, I am tired of typing, I will type the story about Ridgehome up tommorrow.
