This story took place last summer in August. I went to visit family in Allentown, PA. I used to live in PA when I was 2 and left when I was 12 to move back to NY. So I try to visit my other family who only consists of my dad, granny, uncle, aunt and cousins.
My cousins have an obsession with the paranormal and it didn't surprise me when they would have a new ghost story. They've been in a real haunted house near Jordan Park, a park we used to go to when we were younger. I sat there trying to think of the house they were talking about and then it hit me: the big white abandoned house. I'm 17 and that house has been abandoned since I was 2 and probably way before that. I couldn't believe that my cousins and their friends had been inside! My cousin Asia told me every time they go there's always a black cat or an owl watching from a tree nearby. I was excited; I really wanted to go.
So we did. My little brother, my 3 cousins and maybe 6 of their friends. We went at around 10 pm with the moon almost full. It looked like a haunted house from a scary movie, standing in a slight dip landscape with overgrown weeds and vines.
The 11 of us walked onto the property and went inside through the back. My cousins had taken apart wood panels from a window. Through the window we traveled up a staircase that led to the 2nd floor of the house. Danny, my cousins' friend, led the way with a flashlight. I was 2nd to last. The place was still furnished a bit, with rusted tables, a chair and a fireplace. The floors were fragile. We walked around at least 3 rooms before loud rappings began to be heard on the walls. I hadn't mentioned to my cousins before we left the place that I saw a black figure standing in the opposite room. But we all ran out, too scared to look back.
My cousin Malachi and Danny swore they heard a deep voice say, "Who's there?" I believe them because they were all the way in the front and they are some of the most honest people I know of.
A few days later I searched the house's history on google; 80 hours later (exaggerating) I came across a Morning Call article of the house. It turns out that the place belonged to a guy named Thomas Strauss, the first man to bring wheat into PA. He died in the house as well as his wife in 1913. He had 4 daughters, one died at 14. Another article is of a man in 2008 who went digging in the area & found hundreds of old liquor bottles from the 19th century. Was Thomas a drunk? Was that him in the house? We would never know.