My life was pretty normal as a kid. My mother and father lived in a small apartment. Soon after they had me they moved to a large house after saving up for a few years. These just might be my last words. I now have accepted my fate. I've been hearing "it" again and now it's in my house. Now that you have this background info I can tell you what happened. You might not believe me but this is a warning to stay away from Stano Street and the cursed black house. These names are made up for you the readers' protection. It can't get anyone else. Don't go near the black house.
It all started in 2003. I have been saving my money to move out of my parents house with my girlfriend Carol (now my wife) . We weren't able to find anything for months but then she came up to me and showed her phone to me. I was shocked it read 3500 square foot home rents for 300 dollars per month. I knew it was an amazing deal so we decided to check it out. I still regret being so naive I realize now there was a higher price than I was ever willing to pay. I also realize now that it was too good to be true and I regret thinking it would be a good idea to check it out. I should have gone with my gut feeling. When we went to check it out I thought this is an amazing house and neighborhood although it is strange that the house is black but the other houses are light colored. When we met with the real estate agent they showed us though the house was very nice and large. We decided to rent the house, the worst mistake in my life. There are many red flags we completely looked past but one odd thing was the rules there were 6 strange rules for the house. The paper read
Carefully follow the 6 rules for your new house.
1. No pets or animals are allowed in the house
2. If you hear anything from the basement from 1am to 3am do not go down under any circumstance
3. Never leave any kid under the age of 12 alone for more than an hour in the house
4. Don't answer the door past 10pm to 6am
5. If you get a phone call at 2:37am do not answer it do not try to find where or who it's from
"Is this some kind of joke?" I asked. Somehow not realizing something was seriously wrong.
"Where is the sixth rule?" Carol pointed out.
"I'm not sure.” I responded.
After getting settled in, the rules were easy enough to comply with although there are scratching noises in the basement sometimes. The first time I went into the basement there was nothing interesting. Maybe it's just animals in the wall or something. But then I noticed something, a piece of paper with odd writing on it, it looked like it was written quickly, possibly by the last owner.
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"It's the sixth rule. It's very odd and hard to read something about a man with a fedora." I said to no one in particular. Then ZZZ CRACK the already dimly lit basement was drowned into complete darkness. I then heard something like scratching in the wall.
I ran upstairs quickly and I could feel another presence. I knew something was wrong with the basement. After that the house never quite felt right. My wife and I always felt like we were being watched. Now you might wonder why we didn't just leave. Well, it wasn't that simple. We didn't have enough money for a better place to live and I felt like going back to live with my parents would make them think less of me. I wish I knew that it would have been the right thing to do. I hear the noises coming closer. I don't have much time. It got my wife and it's coming for me. and then was the day I knew was coming but I couldn't stop "it" him whatever it was. My wife broke Rule 2. She heard the scratching and went down. I heard nothing. I soon after fell asleep as I woke up the house felt oddly quiet nothing then I remembered she broke Rule 2 it was echoing in my head. Don't go in the basement at 1 a.m. to 3 a.m. Don't go into the basement from 1 a.m. to 3 am.
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I went downstairs as quickly as possible but she was gone, nothing but a strange dark spot I went to inspect. I soon realized it was blood, Carol's blood, who else's blood could it be. I naively thought nothing is wrong maybe she accidentally cut herself and went to get something from the store to help I knew that's not what happened but I stuck with it until night I thought something is seriously wrong and there was an overwhelming sense of dread I told myself nothing is wrong maybe she went somewhere else for the day. I went to sleep The biggest mistake of my soon to be ended life I woke up disoriented to the doorbell I thought it might be her but I didn't check the time.
Mistake 1. I then went to the door and opened it to a strange looking man with a fedora.
"Huh you're not my wife," I said.
"I have some bad news about your wife John.”
Barely giving him time to finish the sentence I asked, "What happened?”
"May I come in?" he inquired.
"Sure yeah you can sit on the couch.” Mistake number 2.
What happened next was still by far the worst experience in my life.
The man sat on the couch then I realized.
It was him, the one with the fedora. Mistake 3. There was no chance of coming back from this so I decided to ask him what happened.
"What happened?"
Now realizing if the blood was in the basement how did he know what happened it was him he did it he was the one scratching in the basement he killed my wife I jumped up to attack but he was quicker he grabbed me by my shirt I managed to get out of it and ran to my room and now I'm here saying my last words if I can give one piece of advise If it seems too good to be true it probably is. My final warning: “Don't go near the black house on Stano Street”
