When I was first married one day my husband was talking to friends and they wanted to see this house in the woods. It was in the shape of a helmet and was abandoned, everyone had heard about this house. So a trip with about 8 to 10 of us went to find this house that they heard was built by devil worshipers. and of course we went at night with only a few having flashlights. We drove deep in the woods, but not far from the city. we drove down this dirt road with not houses around for miles, it seemed. We didn’t know if anyone would be there or what we would find. I was the only girl (17 ) at the time so the smallest kid brother ( he was about 12 at the time ) of one of our friends walked with me. The guys went ahead of us and they found the door opened to the house. It was very dark and the road was not used so it was not easy to get to the house. I was a way behind everyone else with the kid brother and I swear we heard someone behind us. I knew the guys wouldn’t mess around so I headed as fast as I could to reach the guys ahead of us.

I told them that I heard something behind us, but they laughed. Thinking I was just being such a girly girl, afraid of my own shadow. We open the door and on the floor at the front door embedded in cement was a small skull about the size of a squirrel. The place was built into the rock which made the floor with the back dropping down 10 feet to ground bellow. The place was lived in by someone as we found bedding on a hanging loft. The place was just what you would think devil worshipers would go to do unspeakable things. We found other skulls around the floor. It was not a place I wanted to stay long at. We all looked around in the dark with only flash lights to see anything with. That was when we started to hear banging from around the outside of this house, like there was people all around. I screamed because everyone was inside no one was out there that we knew. The house had the creepiest feeling to it, I said can we get out of here I want to go home. The guys laughed again, but this time they seemed to believe me when I said “I told you I heard something outside behind me.” They said “Yeah, lets get going. Who knows what’s out there. Maybe some crazy guy that lives here.” It was very quite now, still even. Not a twig or bug or anything made a noise as we walked back to the cars. But I could feel I was being watched. I held the kids hand that was shaking. He smiled at me trying to seem older and not afraid.

I looked back at the house as the cars turned around and I saw something standing near the door as the lights swung by the door. I couldn’t say just what was standing there, because it seemed to be very tall and in the shadows not quite clear. I was very glad we left. I didn’t forget it not one minute of it, in over 40 years.

I think the house was torn down, many years ago. It reminded me of a house from the future with a bit of caveman style. It was very creepy. I still wonder why skulls were buried in cement at the front door. Who would do that?