Taken from an older thread (I'm lazy; so sue me)
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When I was 15, I spent a week of the summer at a second aunt's house out in the boonies of Lewis County near Ford's Prairie while my parents took a vacation. The old gal kept these rabbits in hutches in a sort of haphazard row in her backyard, for no earthly reason; she didn't play with them, or sell them, or eat them: she just kept them. We'd ask why the hell she had 'em, and she just said she liked the company. She didn't ever let them out of their hutches!
Anyway, the weather was really weird towards the middle of the week, and with the way her isolated little acreage was nestled between the two hills there, it made the clouds throw really long shadows. We always figured it was a weird place, and we used to scare ourselves shitless when we'd go out cruisin' around her property on our shitty little Honda 80 dirt bikes, figuring ghosts or vampire would lurch out of the old orchards like shit from Salem's Lot.
It didn't help that my second aunt believed in ghosts and demons and stuff. She told us the place was haunted, and it used to make me freak out at night. I swear I saw the checkboard pattern of moonlight coming through the wicker shutters of the little guest room form a woman's grim face once, but I kinda easily dismissed it in the morning. Well, until the shit went down on the Saturday of that week that made me think the place might actually *be* messed up.
We came in from running around the property that day, and the old gal was really jittery. We asked her what was up but she wouldn't say anything; she just said it was a "bad day" and that the air was "prickly" and she didn't like it. It did kinda have that ionized humid feeling around the house, like the atmosphere right before a thunderstorm. We spooked ourselves until dinner by talking about how her dog that died earlier that year was gonna come back as a skeleton and kill my brother because he'd kicked it a few times when he was younger.
Anyway, we had dinner on her little open air patio, and while we were eating, the sunlight got really weird, like everything had slowed down a bit. My stomach kinda hurt funny all of a sudden, although it coulda been her nasty goulash. I swear, though, this shadow kinda fell over everything, but I can't remember feeling afraid or anything; I just remember how the motes of dust and cobweb kinda hung in the wair, and how the weird ruddy glow of the sunset sorta turned black for a really odd moment. My brother said he heard voices and they made his skin crawl, but I don't remember that; I just remember everything being red and black and really still. There was this horrible rattling noice, and it's like we all kinda woke up, and then we heard the most awful screaming.
My aunt ran out to the back where the rabbit hutches were, 'cuz that was where the screaming was coming from; she figured someone had gotten hurt back there, maybe on the barbed wire she'd strung around 'em to keep the coyotes out. We followed, and we didn't see anything, until we looked in the hutches.
The rabbits were all dead, cleanly decapitated. The locks were untouched, and the hutches unviolated. The heads were missing, and they never turned up. My aunt freaked the hell out, screaming at us, saying that we had pulled a prank when we were out playing. She called my mom and dad when their plane came in the next day, but my parents refused to buy that we would do something like that, and we sure as **** knew we hadn't. We never got invited back, and my parents haven't talked to her since then.
Something ****ed up was going on around that property, but I have no idea what. Sometimes I can't believe it myself.
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My brother also tells me he had also had a spooky-ass incident when he and his wife stayed up at Manresa Castle on the Olympic Peninsula. It's more of a manor than a castle, but it was recreated stone-and-board from a castle in Europe. Some rich dude had his mansion disassembled and brought over to the Peninsula. It's not that spectlacular, but it's quaint and has a ****ed-up history. A fair few folks have killed themselves in that place, the most recent being some chick in the 70s. It's a hotel, nowadays. Pretty sure you can Google up some creepy stories about the place. For what it's worth, my brother claimed he knew none of the stories at the time they visited, and my sister-in-law -- not a woman given to support his lying habit in any way, shape or form -- completely verifies everything.
ANYWAY, they had checked in late, roundabout 7PM and dusk was kinda settling in. They got the key from the porter and were hauling themselves upstairs when EVERY LIGHT in this long hall went out. My brother and my sister-in-law BOTH confirm this, and they both confirm the next bit: that the lights came on and that the hall had taken on a weird sort of "old" quality to it -- it wasn't like the paint was peeling or anything, but that even though the air was clear everything seemed a have this "old empty" feeling to it. Distances seemed a bit longer, and my bro says that when he tried to focus on the walls, they'd look kinda stretched. Note that at the time they thought it was just that there was an electrical issue, and neither one knew the other was feeling the weird sensation -- they each figured they were tired from the 4 hour trip. It wasn't until they talked about it after they bailed that they realized they both had felt the same thing.
So they got to their room and opened the door, and my brother said inside it was a WRECK. Cobwebs everywhere, the bedclothes were all rotted and nasty, and there was grime on anything. The lights didn't work. The only weird thing was that there was no dust to speak of. My brother flipped out, thinking that he'd been given a bum room. He stormed out all pissed with his wife and went to confront the porter gal who'd given them the key.
She wasn't there. They found a manager-type dude in the restaurant and demanded their money back. The REALLY weird thing was when my brother gave the manager dude the key he looked really pissed off and went "who the **** gave you this key?" My brother said "the gal at the front desk". He said "Gal? I was at the front desk until just a couple minutes ago. And we don't use keys, we have cardkeys." My brother seriously flipped out, thinking he was being ****ed with, so the dude took him back up the hall and ALL THE DOORS HAD CARD READERS. When they went down the hall to where the room was, the dude said they never rented that room because 'some kids trashed it bad and nothing works in it now.'" It too had a cardkey. The manager thought my brother was ****ing with him, and my brother thought he was being ****ed with, so my brother got half his money back just to get the hell out of there.
Apparently, he and his wife discussed it on the ride to Port Angeles, and his wife mentioned that the gal at the desk had "really odd clothes" and that she "seemed a bit retarded". Neither had any idea where the key came from, but they both were SURE it had let them into the room, and they both give an identical description for the room. The whole incident freaked my brother out for the longest time, and you can get him to tell the story at the drop of the hat, although he embellishes it a fair bit.
My brother has also claimed to have seen a strange figure outside his house when he lived in Cheney (Eastern WA) -- some dude in old-time clothes that ALWAYS appeared between 5:05 and 5:10 and would look straight up at the room my brother was renting. My bro says the dude had a "****ed up face" but he couldn't say how, just that it disturbed him. When he moved out after a month to look for work on this side of the state, he says he got in his car to leave the parking area and when he looked in his mirror, he saw the old dude standing on the porch of the rental house with "the most evil look on his face."
Jacked up shit, for what it's worth, although I dunno if I buy the latter story.
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