The First house

When I was little, me and my family lived out in the woods. We had a man made pond across a dirt road in front of our house. The significance of this pond is the owners previous to us had a son and a daughter. They were playing by it and the son told the police and his parents that a hand came out of the pond and drug his sister away from him. They never found her, even after draining the pond and digging through several feet of mud they found her shoe under the first three layers. They cemented the base of the pond, fenced it in, and moved.

That's when we moved in. There were voices in the attic, and things would disappear moments after puting them away. I was using the bathroom and my father walked by the door and I said good night. He said good night and moments later he did it again, just like the first time. There is no way he back tracked without me seeing him do it. There were shadow people (at the time I didn't know what they were, but they scared the hell out of me). One night while laying in bed, a green light lit up my room. I of course froze to my bed. This thing was hovering above me, reaching to me, it looked slimey and was dripping but left no trace. I rolled out of bed and ran downstairs to my mom. That was the last time I saw it, but that house is what inspired me.

I will write more on the house. If there is anyone out there who has ever lived in Cassville, PA and has witnessed anything, please post it. You are not alone any more.