Date: 4/14/2023
By randybobandy
My family and I were moving into a house in the woods that was previously occupied by a psycho, deranged serial killer who had died. The house immediately gave me really bad vibes. It still had all his furnishings and many of his possessions. We started going through everything. First, we noticed there were several secret rooms, which were locked and we could not gain access. There was one small room that released a pungent disgusting smell that made us feel sick. That room was completely empty. On the far wall there was some kind of elongated diamond-shaped rot. The area was discolored and peeling. We were all back in the main area of the house cleaning and organizing. I had a garbage bag that was pretty substantially filled, while going through a pile of things in the kitchen. I was reaching into the pile and then noticed my garbage bag was gone. I sifted through the pile, scanned the room and nearby areas, it was just gone. How could something that big disappear? I told my family what happened. My stepbrothers did not believe me. Matt just straight up declared, “That did not happen.” This made me angry because I felt like I was being gaslighted. I witnessed it happen. “It happened. It literally happened,” I told him. He shook his head. “No. That just did not happen.” I got really angry. Then we noticed animals had started approaching the house. Very skinny coyotes and maybe other wild dogs were standing outside, all looking right at our door.