The Truth About The Old Thompson Place

This scared the hell out of me because I had no idea what was going on and why I had just seen a dead woman shoot her dead husband in the head! Mrs. Thompson then looked at me and started to cry.

"You must help me! Come," she said, almost like a whisper.

Of course I went along with it. I mean, she had a loaded gun in her hand!

We walked downstairs and I saw everything that I had seem before, but this time it was clean and looked amazing! We walked through the kitchen and out the back door to the garage. She went in and came out with two shovels in her hands. She tossed one to me and then we started to dig a hole. At first I thought we would be burying Mr. Thompson but instead she tossed the gun into the hole and started to bury it with the dirt.

When we finished, I followed her back up to her room. I was still really freaked out! When I walked into the bathroom I saw Mr. Thompson lying on the floor with a hole in his head. I wondered why Mrs. Thompson would have wanted to kill her husband.

"If you help me this one more time, I will give you something in return as a thank you. Please help me," Mrs. Thompson said to me.

As I stared at Mr. Thompson in shock, I turned up to her and nodded my head.

She started to grab his arms. I grabbed his legs and helped her pull Mr. Thompson across the wooden floor towards the walk in closet. We dragged him up the stairs and into the attic.

Mrs. Thompson dropped his arms and walked towards an open spot on the floor. She pulled a few pieces of wood out from the bottom of the floor. When I looked in it, it was almost like a coffin in the floor. We put Mr. Thompson in the box and Mrs. Thompson put the pieces of wood back over top of him and then dragged boxes over the wood. It was actually pretty cool because you couldn't even notice that anything was there.

We walked back down to her room and she crawled under her bed and grabbed a book from under it.

"Here, take this as my thank you to you. You see, you have been the only child to come into this house. Everyone was scared of it I guess. It does look scary on the outside, but I needed a person to come in and help me finish my plan so I could rest in peace. You happened to be the only person to come in. Thank you!"

Mrs. Thompson then started to walk towards the bathroom. Right before she walked into the bathroom door, she turned around, smiled, waved and said goodbye. She shut the bathroom door behind her. I heard a locking noise and immediately heard a big scraping noise, like she was dragging an object across the floor. Then it grew quiet. I heard a loud deep slicing noise and faint screams. Followed by a crashing sound like she had fallen to the floor. I stood there in shock and then I looked down and I saw this thick red liquid draining from the opening under the door. It was blood?

I closed my eyes hoping it would all go away and that it never happened. When I opened them, I was standing in the closet with the book still in my hand. I came out of the closet and looked at the bathroom door. I tried to open it once again but it wouldn't move. I looked down and noticed that there was a faint stream of blood still in the wood of the floor.

I freaked out and ran out of the room, down the hallway and went to go down the stairs but I tripped. Instead of walking down them, I rolled down them! I immediately got up, grabbed the book, and ran for the front door.