I loved my grandmas house off the grid. It was fun to play outside in. I have lived in it for one year now since she past and I love it! No problems at all. So I thought.
There was always this large wooded area down about a city block away from my grandmas house. When I was little there would always be smoke rising up from the woods. I was always curious to what it was but never really found out.
Whenever I’d ask my grandma what it was she’d always just say “Oh it’s nothing dear, go play” or “go to bed now”. It always felt as if she was hiding something. Since I personally moved in I never saw it in the woods.
Until tonight. I was asleep at 1:23 am and woke up to what sounded like women hysterically laughing in the woods. I then jumped up from my bed and said “What the f**k!” I was supposed to be off the grid, 20 miles away from the nearest house. I went back to bed thinking it was in my head.
I woke up again 13 minutes later to the laughing again and then I actually got scared. I got out of my bed and looked out the left window in the master bedroom that faced the woods. The moonlight gave an eerie glare just enough to see in the night.
There was smoke rising from the trees! Then I heard what sounded like a man screaming from in the woods. Followed by more women laughing. My eyes started to water. I wanted to see what was going on but didn’t want to risk it at the same time.
After a few minutes the screaming finally died down along with the laughing. I went to bed after that, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep. An hour later the women laughing changed to women singing. I couldn’t understand what they were singing so I thought it was a different language.
I finally fell asleep at 4:29 am but the singing was still going on as I fell asleep. I woke up at 8:12 am and everything including the smoke had stopped.
I smelt something funky coming from the cellar in the morning, so I went down to check it out. I had never been in the locked cellar before so I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was a dead cat or something. I took a flashlight and turned it on while going down the stairs and turned on the lights and kept the flashlight just in case.
I couldn’t believe anything I saw. My grandma was a colt! There was pictures all over the wall of her and her group of women standing around fires and huddling around each other. And there was a dead dog with its head nailed into the wall with blood everywhere. I had never known grandma had a dog let alone killed it! And underneath the stairs there was a small bucket of dead rats and bloody human hands.
I started to gag at the scent in the cellar, and almost threw up because of the pictures of my grandma sacrificing a human mounted on an upside down cross. Then, in the small closet in the corner of the cellar started rattling. I slowly approached it but then I heard giggling from more than one woman come from it.
I bolted up the steps, grabbed my phone, keys, charger, and a few clothes and never returned to the house again. I called the cops once I got back into the city and sent a movers truck to get some of my stuff but I left most of my furniture. To this day I am still scarred for life. And I never knew what any of the occurrences were in the woods and never want to know now.
