The Night of the Creepy House

When you come across an urban legend during an evening car ride

As we enter the month of October, if you like trippy creepy stories, you’ll enjoy this one.

It was night and a friend and her friend asked if I wanted to go for a ride somewhere they needed to go to. I don’t remember much about the purpose of the ride. But I remember it was dark when we were heading back.

The road was out in the middle of nowhere. As we were driving along they were talking and I was staring out the window when I reacted to a house coming up. The moon was shining a light on this creepy torn up house.

My friend’s friend, said, “Oh, yeah that house is supposed to be haunted.”

I yelled at my friend, who was driving…’Stop! Stop the car!’

“Really?” She replied, as she pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. But we had already passed the house. It’s a road with a 50mph speed limit.

‘Seriously. I gotta take a photo.’ So she backed up until we were at the house. Her friend didn’t skip a beat anxiously sharing the story of the house.

Trying to remember the story in detail…

The house was a school or orphanage back in like, I don’t know, 1940 or something. Maybe earlier. I just don’t remember except for what I pictured in my mind as she told the story.

Photo by Susy Botello.