This is part two to my last story Memories of a Murderer. I recently went back to Calgary with my fiance and little brother to visit my cousin. She just had a baby so I flew up to go see him. After we got to Calgary we visited with family and had a BBQ to celebrate the new addition to the family, and after a long day of fun we decide to head to our hotel room. We had to stay in a hotel because my cousin lives in a condo and has no room for people to stay.
After we got to our hotel room, we decide to watch some TV and get some rest. Being the smart guy he is, my little brother flipped to the show "Most Haunted" and said, "I wonder what the deal is with our old place in Airdrie".
And Me being the even SMARTER guy said "It's only 9... lets go see".
Yeah... great idea!
So we headed down to our crappy rent-a-car and took a little drive out to Airdrie. When we arrived to the house we noticed that the place was still there. I figured someone might have torn it down because nobody has lived in it for over 10 years. Nope, still there... Still empty.
We parked the car and got out. Chris didn't move, he sat there gripping his seatbelt with a very terrified look on his face.
"You coming man?" I asked him.
"No dude... No way in hell are you going to get me in there"... But he came anyways.
We took the walk up the front lawn and to the side of the house where a window leading to the kitchen was. There was a trick to opening it from the outside, and I managed to wriggle it loose after a few minutes. One by one we crawled into the darkness of the house. I fumbled around the wall for the light switch and flicked the lights on. The second the lights went on, all three of us felt this cold wind blow through the hall, and slammed the door that once belonged to my parents' room. (That must be where the male entity resides... Which would explain the shadows my parents saw in the night)
After the door slammed, Chris grabbed my arm and said "No dude...can't do this... I am the F*** out of here man..."
... But he stayed... (He's a little odd)
We explored the main floor for a little while, completely ignoring the master bedroom... We didn't want to make things worse then they were. We were scared enough as it was.
We then made our way to the basement. This is when things got very uncomfortable for myself. When we reached the bottom of the stairs I flicked on the lights... And as I suspected, the stain on the floor was there. I took a step around the corner to admire the wood-work my dad had done... Very impressive. I smiled and turned around to see the rest of the basement. And when I turned around I saw the picture my mom had left hanging on the wall.
I stood there frozen, just staring at the picture. It was ruined. It looked as if a black ink had boiled its way through it. Three large black blobs that shaped a grotesque looking face. And around the frame of the picture, it looked as if the wall had been burned. Like when you see the burn marks in windows after a house fire. (I'm not sure how else to explain it sorry)
My fiance Geri looked at it in shock and whispered "Can we get out of here?"
We all agreed that leaving was probably a good idea. We ran up the stairs, leaving the lights on and headed for the kitchen window where we had come in. The window was shut! Chris pushed on it to try and get it open but he couldn't. It was like the latch had been rusted shut. We headed for the front door when we realized that it had been boarded up, so we wouldn't be able to make it through... We tried to break through it, and this was about the time when the lights started flickering on and off and we heard thumping coming from under us... As if someone was banging the ceiling below with a stick or something, only multiplied by 10. Finally after we were all terrified we decide to bust out the front window.
Hurray we escaped! We jumped in the car and putted away as fast as we could in our crappy little rent-a-car. Even as we drove down the street the lights were still flickering. We decided to go to the McDonalds down the road for some burgers, and cool our heads. We sat down at the table when Chris realized he had left his coat in the house. I punched him in the shoulder. It was a nice coat that I got him for Christmas. And he decides to take it off in a creepy haunted house, as if we were staying a while. Maybe have dessert and coffee with the crazy ghost.
We decided that now wasn't the best time to get his coat, we would go back the next day when the sun was out and we could see.
After a poor nights sleep at a cheap hotel we got up and drove back to the house... And what we saw we'll never forget.
Chris' coat was laid out neatly in the middle of the front lawn, and my moms destroyed picture lay right above it. When we walked over to pick up his coat there was a big stain on it... Much like the markings on the picture. Obviously, we decide the coat wasn't important and we headed home.
This happened about a week ago (April 27, 2008) or something like that. And we're still wondering what the hell happened. We have no idea what resides there... We figure it may be something with a demonic nature... There is still a lot of mystery surrounding this house... And no... We don't plan on finding out.
It's best to leave these things be.