As I have said previously, besides the two stories which I had had personal experiences in, I am sadly out of any more personal material. Instead I have been relaying stories I have been told by close and personal friends or family.
While visiting an uncle in Milwaukee we had gotten into a discussion about one of their father's deceased brothers. So, my uncle's uncle.
Apparently the whole family used to run a farm back in the day and one night, he simply went berserk. He went out into one of the barns and got a wood chopping ax and went into their home. He climbed the steps up to the second floor and went into the guest bedroom where his cousins were sleeping. He killed them in cold blood and then killed himself.
In the morning they found the mess he left for his family to find. The room had gruesome splatters of gore on the walls and somehow some of it even managed to get up on the ceiling. After everything settled down, they tried to fix the room up, but the room refused to be covered up.
First they tried to paint the room, but after a few days to a week, the stains of the blood would seep through. After that, they tried to wall paper the room and after a few weeks, the blood managed to seep through the wall paper as well. They tried everything they could think of to cover the ever present reminder that a once loved family member killed his own, but it simply would not be removed, by paint, by paper, nor chemicals.
In the end, it was simply too expensive to remodel the room, so they converted it into a storage room. And as time went on the stains faded and faded and faded until one day it simply looked like someone made a mess with some old paint. Eventually the family sold the house and moved on.
How true is this story? I don't know, but I do know, that a sort of madness seems to be inherited in my family. One of my mother's uncles's shot himself in the face with a shotgun. It seems to happen almost every generation, a self inflicted tragedy occurs.