17021

17021 was the address of where my friends used to live. From when I was born until I was eight we would hang out. One day, they moved out, and before they left I asked why, and they said, "Because..." Then, a year later, another family moved in. They were nice. They would take care of my dog when I went vacation in summertime. I also got my two puppies from there. Then they moved, three years ago. I asked why and they said, "Something's there...and doesn't want anyone else..." Seemed suspicious but I didn't care. Then, seven months ago, my neighbor died. The last words he said were, "It wants peace and no disturbance..." We were all upset; he was a nice guy. His wife and kids are still there.

The house next to 17021. Two months later my other neighbor used it as storage, since no one would buy the thing. Then, a month later, people robbed the house and stole and destroyed my neighbor's car. The police report was that five kids were accused, but only two came out. I put the words together and it was this: "Because something's there...and doesn't want anyone else, it wants peace and no disturbance." Sounds cryptic... but not TOO cryptic. Then, in an interview, the two kids said "One crashed the car because he said 'It told me to.' then the other two, well, we don't know...". Then, three days later, the house was checked.

Three corpses were lying there covered in blood, guts and brain matter. Their faces sliced off and chests torn open so you could their spines. Knives scattered everywhere. Their eyes on a termite infested ping pong table. Rats everywhere. Rats' bodies were piled in the sink. On the walls, written in blood, was "I was here first." Feces were literally everywhere you turned. This was just the living room. The kitchen looked like a butcher shop. In the master bedroom were two skeletons with their eyes still open. The kids' room was torn up with "Leave or die" written with bullets. The bathroom was flooded with blood and a head was stuffed in the toilet. The backyard had very tall grass with snakes.

The TV had static and the table was knocked over. This was kept secret by the cops and I was the only one allowed to hear the report. The house was officially made condemned (no duh!) and locked up. The spirit was "James Albinerwatz" and still lives in the house. A blessing was made so the ghost can't leave the house since they're not allowed inside the hellhole. It is still there watching us. Our every move. And to think that was April 2011.

And so think to yourself this... "Do you believe in ghost stories? Well ya should, 'cause you're in one..."

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