This story takes place over a couple years and it has a good "real" back story to it.
It started in 2004.
I was good friends with a kid that we'll name Sam. Across the road from his house was a creepy and abandoned looking house that we used to pretend was haunted. One day Sam got the crazy idea to go into the house, so we went snooping around.
Being we had too many neighbors, I and Sam went around the back to try and get through the back door, which was locked. However, there was a hole in the garage wall. We jumped through the hole and immediately smelled something. It was a dead dog (a German shepherd from what I remember) in the corner of the garage. It looked as if it had been there a few days. The smell was over whelming. We thought it was some sick minded kid from down the lane so we headed back to Sam's house.
That night we tried to teach our self how to pick locks so we could get into the house the next day. We went back first thing in the morning. Our pick lock attempts dramatically failed, but being kids we decided to go and look at the dead dog, this time however, the dog was gone. There was absolutely no trace of a smell, or maggots or anything.
When walking down the driveway of the house we heard a big bump from the garage which scared the hell out of us, and we ran as fast as we could to Sam's house. Unlucky for us, Sam's mum had witnessed us running from the house and told us not to go there.
We asked why and she gave us two excuses.
1. Because it's not your property.
2. Because it's haunted.
Sam's mum was, and still is spiritually inclined. She told us the story of the man who lived there.
For privacy reasons, I will keep the mans real name out.
When the man was alive (I'll call him Mr. Shepherd), his wife gave birth to a daughter. This was the happiest day of his life. His daughter was his pride and joy and he lived for her. His daughter was a rape victim and gave birth to another girl. Shortly after, the daughter died after giving birth. This broke poor Mr. Shepherds' heart. Mr. Shepherd and his wife took to looking after their daughter's child. A few years later, Mr. Shepherd's wife had a stroke and died in the house. No ones sure what it was from, but apparently she took her shoes off and went to walk to the longue before she dropped.
(Sam's mum told me that Mr. Sheppard left his wife's shoes exactly where she took them off... And I can vouch for this soon.)
This broke the other half of Mr. Shephards heart. The only thing he had left in life was his granddaughter. A few years later, when his granddaughter was older, she moved out of home in over to the UK with her boyfriend. Mr. Shepherd acknowledged this and got a dog to keep him company while his granddaughter was gone.
The dog (a German shepherd I believe...), during the day would often sleep in the corner of the garage, and one day it too had a heart attack (I can only presume). This hurt Mr. Shephards heart so bad, and the only thing that was keeping him to the world was his granddaughter.
It was a few years later until he heard from his granddaughter however. And when she said that she didn't want anything to do with him and that she was getting married and wasn't coming back to New Zealand, what was left of poor Mr. Shephards heart was broken there and then. He had a heart attack shortly after while doing the dishes.
After Sam's mum told us this story, we didn't want to have anything to do with that place as we felt sorry for the guy and just wanted him to rest in peace.
The following year I left to a different school and didn't see Sam again until this year (7 years later).
I'm 17 now. I've got a car and everything, and me and Sam, (still being in the same town), decided to check out the house again to rekindle our old friendship. This time, I was a very more adept pick lock. I and Sam pulled up to the house (which looked exactly the same...) we went around the back to the back door, and to our surprise it was open. Someone other than us had thought of the house as haunted within the 7 years that we had nothing to do with it, and broken the door open. However, I don't think those other people made it very far into the house because there was another door adjacent to the back door which someone had tried to kick in, but couldn't open. So I picked this one. When we went in, Old Mrs. Shephards shoes were right by the door next to the table. This sent a chill up my spine as it gave truth to Sams mum's story. Everything in the house was set up as if he was still alive and about to use it. The toilet door was open, bathroom door open, bedroom door open, remote on the coffee table in the lounge. I felt like I was being watched and it was all too real. I had the over whelming felling that I shouldn't be there and it was the same with Sam... So I and Sam left.
It's only been a couple of weeks since we went back in. If you want, I can get photos of the inside and maybe outside of the house and garage, but for Mr. Shephards sake, I'd rather not tell you what the house number, street number or city is.
For my sake, I really want to find out more about this granddaughter and her motives. If she's still alive etc.
I'll keep you posted.