Little House in Coopertown

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Submitted By: Anonymous
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A friend of mine and I moved into this house in Coopertown about fifteen years ago. So many things happened in this house I don't really know where to start. At first, it seemed kind of harmless but it soon got very bad.

For the first part, dishes from the kitchen would move through the air and crash onto the floor. At first, that startled us but it happened so much it become no big deal. We'd get up and clean the mess. One night after living there a few months, we had some friends over to watch television. As we were watching the TV, it went completely black. Within seconds, a silhouette of a face showed on the TV screen laughing hysterically. It stopped laughing and said that if we all didn't get out it was going to kill us all one by one.

We were really scared because none of us had ever seen anything like that before, but it didn't make us leave. Just about every night after that instance, we would hear voices from all over the house. Most of the voices we couldn't understand but some repeated what we had heard from the TV telling us to get out.

We had motion sensor lights on every corner of the house. We would hear someone walking across the porch and the sensor lights would activate. We thought it was just a friend trying to scare us 'till we saw a man standing at the front window. Right in front of our eyes the man vanished. Late one night we smelled either gas or kerosene. We were all in the living room when we smelled it. We finally found the source. In one of our unused bedrooms there was a pentagram on the ceiling. It was kerosene.

We called the fire department and the police. A young, black policeman walked up to the back door where I was standing. He abruptly stopped and I swear his face turned every shade of white. He slowly backed away screaming, "get away from me... get away from me!" He got into his car and sped off. The fire department arrived and inspected the attic after showing them the circle. They found nothing. As we were outside talking to the fire department, a friend yelled for us to come back into the bedroom. The circle of kerosene was gone... no sign... no smell.

One of the firemen turned to me as he was walking out and said that it was in our best interest to move out as quick as we could. I asked him why. He never did reply.

We moved about a week later. The day after we moved out, the house burned down. The fire department never really discovered how the house caught fire. I later discovered the house was built on old, Indian burial grounds. The owner of the land relayed to me this information and was able to live there about a year before things started happening. He decided to move out and rent the house.