The House That Kills

 

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The House That Kills

                     PART 1


 It was the Tuesday 18th July 1960 when I reported my best freind missing. John was his name. I hadn’t seen him in a fort night so I went to his house to see if he was there. He wasn’t. But his wallet that still had money in it was. I went round all the bungalows in the estate he lived in and asked if anyone had seen a tall slim, bearded man leaving number thirty at the end of the road. I got worried and three days later I filed a missing persons report with the police. It’s now 13th December 1961. A body had been found in some bushes outside a high school. It must have been in the bushes for months because it was too decomposed to identify it. So I guess that’s half good and half bad. It’s good because it means John could still be out there somewhere, but It could mean he’s dead. I don’t know what to think. The house John lived in has been sold to creepy old man who has just got out of prison on parole. He said his parole officer is going to be watching him till the end of the year. To this day every time I walk passed the house on my way to work it brings a tear to my eye. It reminds me of my John. He was a kind man In his early 30s. He gave a sandwich and a mug of coffee to a homeless man every day. He cared about everyone no matter what state they where in. The police started a murder investigation they’ve worked out that the body they found had been murdered. They told me his neck had been broken. I asked them for some details about the body like it’s hight and estimate of the age of the body. They told me its 6ft 4 and they estimated around 34 or 35 years old. My freind would be 35 next next January. He was also 6ft 4. At this point I assumed it was freind’s body and left it at that. Four years  passed and I’ve heard nothing from the police. Since John went missing my life been a misery. In June 1962 my mother died because she had brain cancer and then last year my  father died because pancreatic cancer. I’ve lost everything. The only thing I still have is my job. I went to see the old man who lives in Johns old house. I knocked on the door but didn’t get an answer. I shouted his name. “Kyle, Kyle, are you there.” I still got no answer. The door was open so I let myself in. I went inside and looked around. Everything was exactly how John had it. I went into the living room and found Kyle unconscious in his chair. I took him to the near by hospital where he was pronounced dead. I didn’t know him all that well but I knew him well enough to know that he was perfectly fine. The hospital said he died of natural causes, I think something else is going on but I don’t know what. I started my own investigation. I went back to house to see what I could find but believe me I wish I hadn’t. 






TO BE CONTINUED


     

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THE ATACK

 I was attacked, dragged into the woods and told to strip or my daughter would be killed. I did as I was told. 

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