Who knows what goes on behind that front door. I was afraid to venture any closer.

There were strange noises coming from this house. I thought perhaps a cat was being strangled.

This house had strange odors emanating from it. Like the sickly sweet smell of rotting flesh…

There was a clicking sound as I approached and it increased in frequency the closer I got, like some excited crab, eager to strike!

There was a flabby faced man with an evil grin waving at me from the top window. Every time I brought my eye to my camera viewfinder, he was not there. When I walk away, I could swear someone was following me. I ran…

The closer I got to this house, the colder I felt, till I was shivering and my teeth were chattering.

Somewhere inside this house, there was. a little girl singing. She sang about dismembering her dolls and mixing their parts.

As I passed this house, I had a strange ringing in my ears. It took a while to go away.

I was drawn to this house the moment I saw it. I felt extremely tired and something was drawing me toward the house, as if I could just go in and take a nap. I barely escaped…

There were voices of many type chanting “Krah-Magrah”, over and over, finally descending into maniacal laughter.

This house is surrounded by a cone of silence. Within twenty feet of the property there is literally no sound at all. I could hear the blood flowing through my arteries.

There was a desperate moaning coming from this house.