A hike to the Haunted House in the woods
Have you ever visited a haunted house?
Hello dear travellers
Wanting to visit a house that is said to be haunted is like wanting to enter the mind of a madman who has just taken his medication, everything is suddenly very calm and quiet and you are trying to find out his story.
To reach the house we had to follow the road that winds along a river.
I have to admit the picture of autumn is stunning these days.
First of all I have to admit that I am not a fan of paranormal phenomena, that is to say that so far no events have happened to me that lead to the paranormal area, but I do not deny that they exist.
Some time ago I had heard a rather interesting story that happened in a neighbouring village to the one where I live, it all happened about 20 years ago in an old people's house.
The beginning
Life in the village was normal, the peasants carried out their daily activities, especially those with animal husbandry, due to the fact that the distance between the village and the first settlement is very large, most of the inhabitants were oriented towards caring for animals and cultivating the land (from this they earned their living).
To be able to earn a bread the children had to walk a few kilometers to a public transport to get to school, I should mention that there was no school in the village because there were no children to attend it (very strange that in a village there is no school), more serious was that there was no dispensary, if the people of the village got sick they had to go to a neighbouring village a few kilometres away, that was the situation at that time, now fortunately everything has changed, there is a school (small but useful) and a doctor's office, but the big problem that the village is facing now is that most of the youth left the village and never came back.
The story told by local elders
In this quiet village at the edge of the forest the inhabitants of the village lived quietly, on one of the dirt roads that meanders right on the edge of the forest there were only three houses inhabited by people, in the house in the middle of the road lived a young man aged 18 and his grandparents, hardworking and God-fearing people.
Their life was going well, they were happy, even if for them material values didn't matter, they had everything they needed to live and to keep their grandson in school, that was their wish, that their grandson would become "great", that meant going to high school and finding a job somewhere in the city, at the office, giving up working the land, giving up breaking their bones working.
Now you may wonder how they managed to keep him in school because to go to school you need money, they were simple peasants who cultivated the land, with what the land offered them they managed to raise animals that some of them raised for their own consumption and some of them went to the market and sold them, so they managed to raise money to keep the child in school.
All was well until the old man's grandson managed to finish high school and was about to take the exam of his life, this exam was his only chance to go to college.
The months before the exam were more and more torturous for the boy who never left the house, but stayed and studied all the time, the only thing he never gave up was to help his grandparents in the fields, he loved his grandparents very much.
Time seemed to fly and came the day of the first exam that the boy had to take, it seems that the first exam went well, two days later followed the second exam and so on in total he had four exams, the result of the exams was to be announced after a few days, as I remember on a Saturday.
Time seemed to be his worst enemy, he finally found out that the results were posted and went to see what grade he got on the exam (on this exam that I also took in my time it was an average of all the grades you got on the exams), he arrived in front of the board where the results were posted, after a few seconds of searching through the hundreds of names listed there he arrived at his position, the sky darkened over his head when he saw that the exam had fallen, he had not got the grade needed to pass the exam.
Distraught with grief and anger because he hadn't passed the exam and had let down his grandparents who had worked like slaves to keep him in school, he had a nervous breakdown (so some say), went home (his grandparents didn't even realize he was home), broke the lock to his grandparents' room where my grandfather kept his hunting rifle, loaded it and sat on the edge of the bed where he slept.
The silence at the edge of the forest was disturbed by a loud noise.
This is the bed where he was found.
This sad story ends here, I did not say from the beginning that his grandfather was a hunter because you may have figured out the outcome of the story, everything I wrote here I heard from the mouths of the village elders, the house still exists today, it is exactly the one in the pictures, including the bed in which the boy was found, is among the pictures attached here, since then it is said that even now you sometimes hear the boy reading for the exam.
Today the house is put up for sale, the heirs who had the right to stay in the house refused to do so, buying another house in the same village at a distance of 500 meters, interesting is the fact that for some time no one wants to buy the house.
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P.S. The attached pictures you have just seen are taken by me with my mobile phone, and the text is also designed by me.
P.S.S.While I've spent time here looking to pose the house I haven't heard anything strange or anything else to scare me.
