>>5164362
The third room is why i'll never go back, absolute shit. The smell of death, mold, asbestos, and wood rot was 5x worse than our initial entry. Even with our faces covered the stench penetrated our perception with palpable viscosity. Just now as i write, the smell haunts my senses, urging me with a passionately impetuous, cringing, feeling.
In the corner to my left there was an antique rocking chair and a foot stool, on the foot stool ,there lay in pieces, a mutilated, rotting, dissected cat/dog/possum[im not sure what it was].
Once entered the chair room, i heard what sounded like a clawing, or growling but for only a second before i sprinted through 14 and 15 back out side with them on my heels.
At that point we walked home, content that we would explore more some other day, which we did.
2 days later, on a school day, we returned to the spooky house with shovels and a 4" switch blade. We entered the back room together and tried the left door and discovered it locked, which meant that we would have to go through chair room to enter other side. Nobody wanted to enter the chair room, that was out of question, never again.
Instead, 14 and i opened the trap door together, because we were pussies. There was nothing special that happened from this, no smell, no sound, no hallucination from fear, just a stair case leading down 1 flight into a dark underground, and a wall made of cinder blocks that didn't quite connect with the first floor.
Neither 14 nor 15 would dare enter the pit first because they feared i would close the trap door on them, so i went instead. The stairs were strong, no mold or rot beyond a kept house. The first 3 steps brought my vision flush with the foundations underbelly, siting atop the cinder block wall was a teddy bear positioned to look directly at the staircase directly ahead. This didn't stop me, i continued down the stairs into the dark[with no flashlight, i was 12]. I guess what i was seeing is a bathroom, a closet
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