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It was a cool evening in February. Nathaniel, Gavan, and I had just got off the school bus and we were heading to my house on the Straightaway the long stretch of road called 226 South in Dysartsville North Carolina. But this day was no ordinary day. We were up to something. Before I dive in I’ll give you a little back story. There is an Old White House about one-fourth of a mile out on Bill Deck Road. The Old house sits alone on the right side of the road, Decrepit, Lonely, and furthermore just plain creepy. Now when we were all kids our parents told us to never go in the house, reason being. An Old Man by the name of you guessed it Bill Deck lived in the home his whole life until his untimely death on March 7th, 1996. We would pass the house when we were in Elementary School every morning on the bus and the lights would be on even though no one had resided in the home since the 90s.
Back to Bill. Bill died, “legend has it” from Bee stings up in his attic. Now us boys would start to think as we got older that it was just a “story” our parents would tell us just to make us go to sleep at night. You know the generic cliche horror Boogeyman Urban Legend. Now this event I’m going to tell you is entirely true. Perhaps this is one of the most scariest experiences I’ve had my whole entire life. Okay, This day we all got off the bus we didn’t plan to go there. I just thought of it at the last minute. The Boys agreed so we grabbed our bikes and began to pedal the 2 mile journey to the infamous White House on Bill Deck Rd. We were about halfway when all of us got this gut wrenching feeling telling us to turn back but, with us being the crazy 17 year old we are we decided to proceed on without even recognizing what was about to be among us.
We arrived around 5:00 PM and when we pulled up to the House we all got off of our bikes and took in a deep breath and proceeded to walk around to the back of the house where we seen a graveyard. Nathaniel suggested we approach and have a look around and to much hesitation we obliged and proceeded up the small embankment to the graveyard. We opened the small, rusted, and old gate and stepped in. I don’t know what it was but when we did the air went from a nice breeze to just freezing and I began to shiver. A cold chill went up my spine and red flags began to arise but, not wanting to seem like a chicken shit I lead us through the small graveyard. Upon looking you could see this graveyard was older than our grandparents with the oldest grave dated back to 1840. But, as we proceeded we came across something that caught all of our attention. A small rectangular gravestone embedded in the mossy grass read, Bill B. Deck born sometime in 1908 and died March 7th, 1996. Now a real chill hit my spine. This as we could finally see was not an urban legend. So at that point and time we all had a very important choice to make. Was or was we not going to go in this house.
Before any of us could even get a word out of our mouth we just started to walk until we pushed open the brown painted back door and proceeded to go in. Its like something possessed us to go in there like we had something to find or something to know but, it felt so wrong. Like something was going to happen. But we went on and walked throughout the house exploring. The house was creepy in itself but when we entered that’s when things really took a turn. The whole house had all of Bill Decks belongings such as an Old TV from the 60s and 70s, A bed in his room, Old Sofas and Chairs, and an Old Piano sitting by its lonesome in a guestroom off to the far right to the house. But the most creepiest of all being the door to the attic was open and there was nothing but an open Ladder leading to the attic and a cane I suspect belonged to Bill inside the extra room. After searching for a bit we got comfortable enough to finally start calling Mr. Bill Deck by his name trying to get a sign. We all yelled “Mr. Deck, give us a sign of your presence.” “ Is there anyone here with us.” and yes it may sound stupid and or corny but until your in that situation you will never know the fear of waiting for a sign back. Minutes felt like hours and it was beginning to get dark and as we we’re about to leave we tried one more time.
I told Gavin he should pull the light switch in the middle of the den. He reluctantly pulled the switch and what happens next still traumatizes me to this day even a month after the fact. When Gavin pulled the light-switch it was quiet for a second which felt like an hour to me but the silence was interrupted by something I can only identify as a low-pitch growl coming from in the attic followed by heavy footsteps coming toward the attic opening. We all scrambled for the door and hopped on our bikes and pedaled away and I swear to this day as we rode away I seen the silhouette of a man by the window watching, waiting for our next visit.
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