My sister and I are trying to take full advantage of the gorgeous weather we’re having. When my niece called us to join her for a walk on a trail where she likes to walk her dogs, off we were for a new adventure.
It was a lovely trail in the woods.
Some areas were quite muddy.
The trail ends in a large, open field. We can see Mount Orford on the horizon.
My niece asked me if I wanted to see the creepy old house she had told me about. I wasn’t sure! But I was curious.
Last year, she was walking the dogs in the field. All of a sudden, both dogs started running back towards the woods, away from the abandoned house, instead of playing in the field like they usually do.
My niece’s Spidey senses went off. She had never before walked all the way down to the abandoned house. She saw fresh blood at the entrance, and leading out into the field. She didn’t go into the house, but she called the police as soon as she got home.
The officer who was sent out to investigate happened to be one of her friends. When he stopped by to take her full statement afterwards, he told her that whatever happened in that house had occurred within one-half hour of when she happened by.
The officer told her that there was all kinds of weird stuff in that house, and that they would have the blood analysed for DNA. The police would also be keeping an eye on the place.
The house didn’t look all that creepy in the daylight, but I wouldn’t want to be there alone!
One beautiful daffodil bloomed right in front of that ugly house, a reminder of the overcoming power of life and beauty.
My curiosity satisfied, I was glad to get back on the trail. If we walk that lovely trail again, we will not be going back to that creepy old house.