The Pleasant Valley Haunting
On a slow night at the hotel, Larry the maintenance guy overheard me telling Nat about a haunted house on Pleasant Valley Road. Matt originally told me about this haunted house but claimed it wasn't real because he had tried to find it years ago and couldn't. As it turns out, Larry the maintenance guy grew up in that area and he even gave me directions so I could go up there and check it out myself. "It is real," He told me, "Kids used to go up there to party at night."
So Matt and I packed our cameras one afternoon and drove forty-five minutes to Pleasant Valley. Determined to find the house, I even stopped at a little market in the center of town to ask for directions. No one working there knew what I was talking about. "If you find it, come back and let us know," they said. We patiently drove up and down Pleasant Valley Road searching for a run-down brick house set back in the woods. We found nothing.
Back at work I told Larry the maintenance guy the bad news. "I don't believe that the place actually exists," I said. "I'll get you the information," he promised. So in the meantime, until I have a story of my own, i'll share the one i've heard.
Quite some time ago a family lived there. The father apparently went crazy one night, killing his wife and son and dragging them into the basement where he proceeded to bury the bodies. The man left town, never to be heard of again. The house was eventually cleaned and put on the market. The property cycled through multiple owners before it was abandoned. Just when you start thinking this story sounds cliche, it gets better.
People claimed that sometimes they could hear screaming coming from inside the house. Owners complained that they would wake up and find blood stains on their carpet. At some point, the house became a popular party spot for local high school kids, only it wasn't the police that eventually drove them out. Reports of strange thumping noises and screams would often crash their keg parties.
As frustrated as I am, it almost makes it more mysterious that no one can find this house. If it actually does exist it's certainly going to be worth the wait. If it's simply an urban legend told to keep kids from partying in the woods, then i'll be that much more determined to find my next ghost hunting destination.
So Matt and I packed our cameras one afternoon and drove forty-five minutes to Pleasant Valley. Determined to find the house, I even stopped at a little market in the center of town to ask for directions. No one working there knew what I was talking about. "If you find it, come back and let us know," they said. We patiently drove up and down Pleasant Valley Road searching for a run-down brick house set back in the woods. We found nothing.
Back at work I told Larry the maintenance guy the bad news. "I don't believe that the place actually exists," I said. "I'll get you the information," he promised. So in the meantime, until I have a story of my own, i'll share the one i've heard.
Quite some time ago a family lived there. The father apparently went crazy one night, killing his wife and son and dragging them into the basement where he proceeded to bury the bodies. The man left town, never to be heard of again. The house was eventually cleaned and put on the market. The property cycled through multiple owners before it was abandoned. Just when you start thinking this story sounds cliche, it gets better.
People claimed that sometimes they could hear screaming coming from inside the house. Owners complained that they would wake up and find blood stains on their carpet. At some point, the house became a popular party spot for local high school kids, only it wasn't the police that eventually drove them out. Reports of strange thumping noises and screams would often crash their keg parties.
As frustrated as I am, it almost makes it more mysterious that no one can find this house. If it actually does exist it's certainly going to be worth the wait. If it's simply an urban legend told to keep kids from partying in the woods, then i'll be that much more determined to find my next ghost hunting destination.