![]() ![]() "In the end, it got mostly swept under the rug. Eventually, someone did answer the door and let them in, and that person was able to get help, but a couple of people died." ![]() One of the victims managed to escape and ran down the street knocking on doors trying to get help and leaving behind bloody handprints. While they were there, a horrific murder happened a few houses down. They don't look creepy, and one of my aunts and her husband at the time lived in one when they were first married in the 1970s. It has lots of little boxy-looking houses with postage-stamp lawns. "There's a neighborhood in my hometown that was built for blue-collar workers in the 1940s. ![]() Every time we went driving for the next few years we tried looking for it, but could never find it. A few days later we went back to the area during the day to try and find that bridge, but we couldn’t find it. I will never forget the bridge, it’s like a picture in my mind. There was no way 2.5 hours had passed by. We were so freaked out because we only drove a few minutes into the grass area. I looked at my phone and it was nearly 1:30 a.m. Once we made it back to a street we knew with actual street lights, I pulled over. My BF and I looked at each other and I slammed on my gas and got the heck out of there. I slowed down for a second thinking maybe I missed a turn when all of a sudden we hear a blood-curdling scream. There was nowhere to turn, so I started backing up. We had never seen this bridge before either. Out of nowhere, literally, right in front of us, there was this straight wooden bridge that was covered in fog with trees arching over it - like a scene from something like The Cabin in the Woods. We’ve been to that area during the day because we have friends who live down there, so we are familiar with the area, but what I saw made me slam on my breaks. ![]() But I go straight toward the tall grass area. We’re driving around in the fog and spot some deer and cats which freak us out because we were on edge waiting for something to pop out. I turn onto one of the roads we oftentimes go down and we eventually get to a stop sign where I usually turn to circle back around. My BF suggested we drive through there since we were on a spooky vibe kick, so I agreed." Deep by the water, there’s really tall grass and it looks like something straight out of a horror movie. We didn’t spot any clowns, so we decided to drive our usual route. We thought it would be fun to drive around where clown sightings were in this spooky weather. This particular night, it was just my best friend (BF) and it was very dark and foggy outside. It was the fall of 2016 (prime time of the killer clowns). When I graduated high school, my friends and I would drive around at night listening to music and stuff like that. "This is an area out in Long Island, New York. I can’t say I 100% believe in the afterlife but after that, I believe in George completely.Ĥ. After a rehearsal, he was talking about how he saw George and there wasn’t a student named George, so I asked, “What does George look like?” and this 3-year-old who couldn’t POSSIBLY have known the myths about ghosts said, “George looks like water.” I get goosebumps just thinking about it. The scariest thing that ever happened was when the musical director’s son was about three, he would go to rehearsals or I would babysit him. "He was never malicious and if the students acknowledged him like, 'George please we need the prop back,' he would oblige. Rumor has it that if you go down to the local newspaper you can find the article that was written when George died." Props were constantly moving, lights worked when they felt like it, mics went in and out, and you could hear footsteps in the seats from the stage when there wasn't an audience. As dramatic theatre teenagers, we THRIVED on this story. The story goes that when it was being built one of the workers, George, fell from the catwalk and died upon hitting the cement floor. It was a cement floor that gradually sloped down, and had a huge ceiling kind of like the Sydney opera house. The school was built in the 1960s and had a once-state-of-the-art auditorium. "My Upstate New York high school’s auditorium is allegedly haunted. ![]()
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