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There is an old house near Sullivan Lake, about 3 miles away as you're headed towards Ione. It has several junk cars parked around it, a barn up on the hill, and the second story has long since collapsed. I was always curious about the house, so one day I decided to stop by and check it out. I parked my truck in the driveway and started in. The entrance was blocked with overgrowth, but I was able to get through. The closer I got to the door, the more I began to feel that I wasn't welcome there. I pushed the feeling off to the side, and opened the door. The floor was rotted away, but there was still furniture
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and appliances in their normal places, very weather-worn and rusted. The second I put my foot in the door, I was overcome with the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be there. Now, I don't scare very easily,
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I've fought in both Iraq and Afghanistan as a US Marine, but my gut kept screaming that something was wrong, and that I needed to leave. Curiosity got the best of me though, so I went back to my truck to get some courage. I was still scared, but the firepower I had made me feel a lot better. The living room was right inside, with an attatched kitchen. Through a door to the right on the far side was a hallway, with a bedroom on each end and a bathroom. The first place I looked was upstairs, which had fallen down long ago. What was left of the upstairs floor (now the roof of the house) had a few odds
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and ends scattered around it, a silver cup, a few books, things like that, but other then that, nothing. I went on to the first bedroom, which appeared very neat and orderly. As I entered, the feeling
that I should leave immediately was gone. It was a regretful, sad peace, but I wasn't scared anymore, so I took my time looking. There was a bookshelf filled with books on science, geology, and history.
The dresser, when I opened it
, was picture-perfect (aside from the dust): socks, underwear, a few shirts, all neatly folded. A few pairs of pants and denim shirts hung in the closet, along with a neat,
if somewhat threadbare, suit and there were three pairs of boots and a pair of dress shoes on the floor. I went down the hallways, and as I went to open the bathroom door, I heard someone crying inside.
Crying, like, sobbing. Adrenaline hit me and I raised my shotgun, but I couldn't bring myself to open the door. I don't know why, and it still bothers me that I was that weak about it, but when I listened
again, the sound was gone. Again, I felt like I shouldn't be there, and that I should leave immediately, but I was too curious about it to leave at that point. I couldn't bring myself to open the bathroom
door, so I went on to the next bedroom. As soon as I entered it, I felt intense sorrow and anger at the same time. Rage, almost. I looked around, and this room was almost the exact opposite of the first.
Everything was scattered around. The clothese were about the same, minus the suit coat, but the pants were still there. Everything was worn and dusty, the window had been broken (it was the side of the
house facing the road, so all the dust from the road had gotten in). Instead of a bookshelf, there were stacks and stacks of National Geographic magazines, the newest one I could see was 1965. I left
the room, and decided it was time to search the bathroom. I screwed up my courage, made sure both my weapons had a round in the chamber, and, I don't why, but I ended up kicking in the bathroom door instead
of just opening it. I immediately regretted it. There were blood-stains on the wall near the toilet, and a bloody straightrazor on the floor next to it. The room looked like a mess, but there was no one
in it. The fear hit me full force, and I left in a hurry. A few months later, I mentioned the house to my dad, who is a long-time residence of Metaline Falls, and asked him about it. He told me that the
house had belonged to two brothers, both of whom were loggers. The younger one had killed the older in a logging accident, dropped a tree on him and killed him instantly. He then killed himself a few
weeks later. He had been found in the bathroom with his wrists slit open. Since then, the house was abandoned and fell apart to what it is now. I went back a few days later, only this time, I didn't feel
any fear or emotion at all as I approached the house. It was just as rotted and falling apart as before, but the clothes that were in the first bedroom somehow weren't neat and orderly anymore, they had
been strewn around the room. However, they were covered in dust and rotting, like they had been there the whole time. The bloodstains on the bathroom wall were gone, as was the straightrazor and the sound
of crying. The other bedroom was the same. I decided I'd had enough with the house and haven't been back since.
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