"This is so exciting!" exclaimed Becky.
"Yes, it is. Do you like it?" Graham asked.
"I love it. I can't believe we finally bought a house." Becky answers.
The newlywed couple had just bought their first home on the outskirts of a tiny town. It was the kind of place that no one really knew existed. They got the house pretty cheap because of the condition of the home and because of the horrible tragedy that took place in the area almost 100 years ago.
According to the locals, a lonely, deranged man, named Frank Hauble lived outside of town and he had a horrible, horrible hobby. Legend says that he had a basement, like most houses do, only his was used as a torture chamber. It was equipped with shackles, saws, ropes, iron rods, and much more. Supposedly, this man would abduct and torture men and women alike. The only problem is that none of the locals know where it happened.it didn't matter to the couple though, because their house did not have a basement.
As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the pair was ecstatic to be in their new home, even though it needed a lot of renovations. One day Becky heard something strange, a knocking sound coming from under the house.
"Did you hear that?" she asked her husband.
"Hear what, love?" Graham asked, barely paying attention.
"I swear I heard something banging on the house underneath us." she whispered.
"I think you're just tired. We have been doing lots lately, and I think it might be catching up to you" Graham mused.
"Maybe you're right. Let's eat dinner and go to bed, it's getting pretty late." Becky says.
While Becky made dinner, her husband continued to do more work. He felt that were making good progress and didn't want to stop, they were almost done the renovations.
Becky yelled to let Graham know that dinner was ready.
"Honey! Dinner is ready!" she shouted.
No answer. She called again, and again, no answer.
Feeling nervous, she moved toward the door where Graham should be on other side, and called again
"Graham? Did you hear me?" she asks through the door. Still, no response. She was getting ready to call out again when the door burst open.
Becky jumped, holding her chest. Graham steps out, looking at her in bewilderment.
"What's wrong?" he questions, voice coated in concern.
"I called you a bunch of times and when you didn't answer, I got worried." she says.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. I thin we should take a weekend away from this house. This place has you on edge." he replies.
"That sounds nice." she smiles.
After dinner, they start getting ready for bed. Just as they're about to lay down, Becky hears the knocking again. This time, Graham does hear it.
"Sounds like we have company." he states.
"At this hour? It's 10 pm, who makes house calls this late?" Becky asks incredulously.
"I don't know. Maybe someone needs help." Graham suggests, as he starts walking toward the door.
No one is there. They check the back door, and still, no one there. The knock comes again, but not at any door. It sounds like its coming from under the house.
"I told you that something was knocking under the house." Becky says, "do you believe me now?"
"Yes dear, I believe you. Maybe it's just an animal that got stuck, or madea nest under the house. I'll check it out in the morning.
Becky was not convinced that it was just a poor animal under the house. Sleep did not come easy for her that night, the knocking sound kept her up all night.
The next morning, Graham was surprised to see Becky in the kitchen with half a pot of coffee already gone.
"Have you been up long?" Graham asks, realizing it was a brainless question by how she looked at him.
"I've been up all night. That damn knocking did not stop all night." she growls.
"I will check it out after breakfast. Are you hungry?" he asks, "I can make you something."
"No, I'll eat later." she responds, "I'm going to lay down, I'm not feeling to well.
Graham watches his wife leave the room. She doesn't look too good, he thinks. I wonder if she picked up a bug or something.
*****
It has been almost a week since Becky started feeling ill. She barely eats, or drinks, just spends most the days sleeping. Graham tried to take her to see the local doctor, but she refused to even leave the house. She tries to sleep at night but when she falls asleep, she has these terrible dreams. Something about a basement. She can never remember what the dream was about when she wakes up.
One afternoon, to grahams surprise, Becky walks into kitchen where Graham is putting something back together at the table.
"How are you feeling? You look much better today." Graham asks.
"I feel better." she answers, "Were you able to check under the house for that animal? I keep hearing it t night."
"I did. It's the strangest thing though. Nothing could possibly get under the house. There is no cracks, maintenance doors, nothing." graham tells her.
"Do we havea basement? Or a crawl space?" she inquires.
"No, we do not have a basement. And I haven't seen a hatch for a crawl space." he says.
As the days go by, Becky starts feeling better, and even offers to help with the final renovations.
After dinner one night, on her way to take out the garbage, Becky notices a small indentation in the floor by the back door. Calling Graham over to show him, she wonders how they haven't noticed it before now.
They both stare at it as it becomes more clear as to what it is.
"I think we found our crawl space." Graham says.
Becky doesn't say anything. She just keeps watching it like it is going to fly open at any moment. Neither one of them wants to open it, nor do either one even move a muscle. They just stand there, staring at it.
"Should we open it?" whispers Becky, like they're being watched.
As Graham reaches for the hidden latch, they hear a guttural scream emanating from below. Startled, they jump back, knocking over the antique Grandfather Clock that came with the house. They were flabbergasted when the saw a key attached to the back of the clock. When Becky grabbed the key, paper came down with it, revealing 13 names with dates beside each one, dating all the way back to the 1930s, with the most recent on dated in 2019.
"Honey, I'm scared." Becky whimpers, "Do you think this is the house that man tortured all those people in?"
"It's just a clock. It could mean anything. I'll call an antiquarian in the morning." Graham says, trying to calm his panicking wife.
Becky only nods in response as Graham pulls her into a hug. "Let's check out this crawl space." he says. Pulling a hesitant Becky behind him, they make their way back to the hatch. "It's locked." he says, "Can you hand me that key?"
As Becky gives him the key, the knocking sound they have been hearing intensifies. Graham hesitates to put the key in the old lock, but when he does, the knocking stops, replaced by faint, sobbing pleas. "I don't want to go down there, Graham." Becky sobbed.
"That's okay, I'll go check it out. You stay here. I'm sure it's nothing." he assured her.
When Graham opened the hatch, the smell erupted like a bomb. The smell of old, rotten air assaulted them, air so bad, it made them gag.
"What the hell is that?!" Becky asked, "it smells like an outhouse."
"Smells like rotten meat to me." Graham gags.
Not wanting Graham to go down alone, Becky takes a deep breath to calm her nerves before following him down the ladder. The hole goes deeper than either of them would have thought possible. After what feels like an hour, but was probably closer to a minute or so, they reach the bottom of the dark pit.
Pulling out his phone, Graham turns on the flashlight, lighting up the dark room. They gasp as the light uncovers a horrible sight. The room was littered with bones.
"This is horrible!" Graham shouts in disgust, taking the words out of Becky's mouth.
"I can't believe this is happening. It was our house the whole time!." Becky cries, "Why are the bones still here? Why were these poorpeople not buried properly?"
Becky had just finished the last panicked question when they heard a soft click behind them. Turning around, they saw someone moving toward them from the shadows.
"Who's there!? How did you get in our house?" Graham demands.
The stranger chuckles with malice "YOUR house? This has always been my MY house."
Graham laughs incredulously. "That's impossible. We just bought this house. It belongs to us. You need to leave."
"I don't think you understand. Let me help you. My name is Frank Hauble."
"How is that possible? Frank Hauble is dead. He died in prison." Becky states.
"My body died, but my spirit remains." Frank Says, "And now that you're here, you will be my latest victims."
"Wait a minute, do these bones belong to previous owners?" Becky asks.
"You catch on quick." the man says, "this is going to be fun."
As the couple looks around at their surroundings, fear grips them as they realize what the man means. The room is full of torture devices.
"Please, don't do this." Graham says as the man walks toward him with an evil smile. "Run, Becky!" he yells.
Becky runs to the ladder and starts climbing it. As soon as she reaches the top she hears a scream from below. She frantically tries to open the hatch but soon realizes that it has been locked again. She cries as she tries harder to break it open. Finally, she gives up, climbing down the ladder, and running back to her husband. The scene that's played out in front of her, terrified her to her core.
Graham was tied up on the wall, the man looking back at her. He starts walking toward Becky, knife in hand.
"Please, just let us go, we willfind a new home. You can keep this one."
Becky pleads with the man.
"That won't do. You are here, and I want to play."
*******
The couple had been together for several years, and were so excited to have finally bought their first home. As Charlie and Ashley walk through the house, they wonder why anyone would abandon their home after clearly doing so many renovations. It didn't make any sense to them.
As the months go on, they start hearing a knocking sound from under the house.....
"Yes, it is. Do you like it?" Graham asked.
"I love it. I can't believe we finally bought a house." Becky answers.
The newlywed couple had just bought their first home on the outskirts of a tiny town. It was the kind of place that no one really knew existed. They got the house pretty cheap because of the condition of the home and because of the horrible tragedy that took place in the area almost 100 years ago.
According to the locals, a lonely, deranged man, named Frank Hauble lived outside of town and he had a horrible, horrible hobby. Legend says that he had a basement, like most houses do, only his was used as a torture chamber. It was equipped with shackles, saws, ropes, iron rods, and much more. Supposedly, this man would abduct and torture men and women alike. The only problem is that none of the locals know where it happened.it didn't matter to the couple though, because their house did not have a basement.
As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the pair was ecstatic to be in their new home, even though it needed a lot of renovations. One day Becky heard something strange, a knocking sound coming from under the house.
"Did you hear that?" she asked her husband.
"Hear what, love?" Graham asked, barely paying attention.
"I swear I heard something banging on the house underneath us." she whispered.
"I think you're just tired. We have been doing lots lately, and I think it might be catching up to you" Graham mused.
"Maybe you're right. Let's eat dinner and go to bed, it's getting pretty late." Becky says.
While Becky made dinner, her husband continued to do more work. He felt that were making good progress and didn't want to stop, they were almost done the renovations.
Becky yelled to let Graham know that dinner was ready.
"Honey! Dinner is ready!" she shouted.
No answer. She called again, and again, no answer.
Feeling nervous, she moved toward the door where Graham should be on other side, and called again
"Graham? Did you hear me?" she asks through the door. Still, no response. She was getting ready to call out again when the door burst open.
Becky jumped, holding her chest. Graham steps out, looking at her in bewilderment.
"What's wrong?" he questions, voice coated in concern.
"I called you a bunch of times and when you didn't answer, I got worried." she says.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. I thin we should take a weekend away from this house. This place has you on edge." he replies.
"That sounds nice." she smiles.
After dinner, they start getting ready for bed. Just as they're about to lay down, Becky hears the knocking again. This time, Graham does hear it.
"Sounds like we have company." he states.
"At this hour? It's 10 pm, who makes house calls this late?" Becky asks incredulously.
"I don't know. Maybe someone needs help." Graham suggests, as he starts walking toward the door.
No one is there. They check the back door, and still, no one there. The knock comes again, but not at any door. It sounds like its coming from under the house.
"I told you that something was knocking under the house." Becky says, "do you believe me now?"
"Yes dear, I believe you. Maybe it's just an animal that got stuck, or madea nest under the house. I'll check it out in the morning.
Becky was not convinced that it was just a poor animal under the house. Sleep did not come easy for her that night, the knocking sound kept her up all night.
The next morning, Graham was surprised to see Becky in the kitchen with half a pot of coffee already gone.
"Have you been up long?" Graham asks, realizing it was a brainless question by how she looked at him.
"I've been up all night. That damn knocking did not stop all night." she growls.
"I will check it out after breakfast. Are you hungry?" he asks, "I can make you something."
"No, I'll eat later." she responds, "I'm going to lay down, I'm not feeling to well.
Graham watches his wife leave the room. She doesn't look too good, he thinks. I wonder if she picked up a bug or something.
*****
It has been almost a week since Becky started feeling ill. She barely eats, or drinks, just spends most the days sleeping. Graham tried to take her to see the local doctor, but she refused to even leave the house. She tries to sleep at night but when she falls asleep, she has these terrible dreams. Something about a basement. She can never remember what the dream was about when she wakes up.
One afternoon, to grahams surprise, Becky walks into kitchen where Graham is putting something back together at the table.
"How are you feeling? You look much better today." Graham asks.
"I feel better." she answers, "Were you able to check under the house for that animal? I keep hearing it t night."
"I did. It's the strangest thing though. Nothing could possibly get under the house. There is no cracks, maintenance doors, nothing." graham tells her.
"Do we havea basement? Or a crawl space?" she inquires.
"No, we do not have a basement. And I haven't seen a hatch for a crawl space." he says.
As the days go by, Becky starts feeling better, and even offers to help with the final renovations.
After dinner one night, on her way to take out the garbage, Becky notices a small indentation in the floor by the back door. Calling Graham over to show him, she wonders how they haven't noticed it before now.
They both stare at it as it becomes more clear as to what it is.
"I think we found our crawl space." Graham says.
Becky doesn't say anything. She just keeps watching it like it is going to fly open at any moment. Neither one of them wants to open it, nor do either one even move a muscle. They just stand there, staring at it.
"Should we open it?" whispers Becky, like they're being watched.
As Graham reaches for the hidden latch, they hear a guttural scream emanating from below. Startled, they jump back, knocking over the antique Grandfather Clock that came with the house. They were flabbergasted when the saw a key attached to the back of the clock. When Becky grabbed the key, paper came down with it, revealing 13 names with dates beside each one, dating all the way back to the 1930s, with the most recent on dated in 2019.
"Honey, I'm scared." Becky whimpers, "Do you think this is the house that man tortured all those people in?"
"It's just a clock. It could mean anything. I'll call an antiquarian in the morning." Graham says, trying to calm his panicking wife.
Becky only nods in response as Graham pulls her into a hug. "Let's check out this crawl space." he says. Pulling a hesitant Becky behind him, they make their way back to the hatch. "It's locked." he says, "Can you hand me that key?"
As Becky gives him the key, the knocking sound they have been hearing intensifies. Graham hesitates to put the key in the old lock, but when he does, the knocking stops, replaced by faint, sobbing pleas. "I don't want to go down there, Graham." Becky sobbed.
"That's okay, I'll go check it out. You stay here. I'm sure it's nothing." he assured her.
When Graham opened the hatch, the smell erupted like a bomb. The smell of old, rotten air assaulted them, air so bad, it made them gag.
"What the hell is that?!" Becky asked, "it smells like an outhouse."
"Smells like rotten meat to me." Graham gags.
Not wanting Graham to go down alone, Becky takes a deep breath to calm her nerves before following him down the ladder. The hole goes deeper than either of them would have thought possible. After what feels like an hour, but was probably closer to a minute or so, they reach the bottom of the dark pit.
Pulling out his phone, Graham turns on the flashlight, lighting up the dark room. They gasp as the light uncovers a horrible sight. The room was littered with bones.
"This is horrible!" Graham shouts in disgust, taking the words out of Becky's mouth.
"I can't believe this is happening. It was our house the whole time!." Becky cries, "Why are the bones still here? Why were these poorpeople not buried properly?"
Becky had just finished the last panicked question when they heard a soft click behind them. Turning around, they saw someone moving toward them from the shadows.
"Who's there!? How did you get in our house?" Graham demands.
The stranger chuckles with malice "YOUR house? This has always been my MY house."
Graham laughs incredulously. "That's impossible. We just bought this house. It belongs to us. You need to leave."
"I don't think you understand. Let me help you. My name is Frank Hauble."
"How is that possible? Frank Hauble is dead. He died in prison." Becky states.
"My body died, but my spirit remains." Frank Says, "And now that you're here, you will be my latest victims."
"Wait a minute, do these bones belong to previous owners?" Becky asks.
"You catch on quick." the man says, "this is going to be fun."
As the couple looks around at their surroundings, fear grips them as they realize what the man means. The room is full of torture devices.
"Please, don't do this." Graham says as the man walks toward him with an evil smile. "Run, Becky!" he yells.
Becky runs to the ladder and starts climbing it. As soon as she reaches the top she hears a scream from below. She frantically tries to open the hatch but soon realizes that it has been locked again. She cries as she tries harder to break it open. Finally, she gives up, climbing down the ladder, and running back to her husband. The scene that's played out in front of her, terrified her to her core.
Graham was tied up on the wall, the man looking back at her. He starts walking toward Becky, knife in hand.
"Please, just let us go, we willfind a new home. You can keep this one."
Becky pleads with the man.
"That won't do. You are here, and I want to play."
*******
The couple had been together for several years, and were so excited to have finally bought their first home. As Charlie and Ashley walk through the house, they wonder why anyone would abandon their home after clearly doing so many renovations. It didn't make any sense to them.
As the months go on, they start hearing a knocking sound from under the house.....
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