ABC Buildingblocks

From: Heather (envey@comcast.net)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Vashon Island off of Seattle Washington
Source: Form Submission

Hello my Name is Heather and i am a 23 year old mother. Anywase,I was five years old and i lived on a little Island off of Seattle Washington.This Island is in the middle of the Puiget Sound,wich is ocean.My parents found a really big four story house for a very cheap price so they bought it.My father did history on the house but my mother did not.

This house is half way down a very steep hill that leads right to a ferry dock.Many deathly car recks and bicycle recks happened on this road.I know this because my father was an e.m.t. In other words he worked with the fire department and used to have to scrape people off that road all of the time.Back to the house.

One week before we moved in a cemi truck ran right into the side of the house and pute a whole threw our livingroom.We waited for them to fix that part of the house and moved in.A few days after moving in a heard an explosion come from the kitchen.I ran to the kitchen to see my mother crying and the oven on the other side of the room from were it was hooked up.she said she walked into the kitchen to get a drink and it had blown strait at her she was a little scraped up from jumping out of the way.

Some time went by and nothing more happened.Then I started hearing my parents argueing.My father would say to my mom stop spying on me why are you looking at me from around that corner all the time they wold argue about that she would swear she was on the other end of the house or other floor doing whatever.

Then my parents decided to make the basement into mine and my brothers playroom.we would be playing down their and the door would slam shut and windows would slam closed and they would all lock.if it was night time the lights would turn off also.My mother would try to open the door but only after me and my brother would settle down from being scared would the door unlock.

One time my mother broke the door down with a big hammer.After that they just removed the door.personly i would have dont that a long time ago lol.then the bad stuff started to happen.My brother an I were playing down there and heard kids crying like they were hurt or something it sounded almost like a dog wen it gets hurt real bad.But you could tell it was kids becuase sometimes you could make out the word "mommy".

Then the last time was wen we heard the kids crying and then the lights went out and my brother and me both saw a nuse hanging over the rafter.There was a creaking noise as it moved from side to side.I started to cry for my mom and she came down and took me and my brother to her mothers house.

She then did history on the house herself.She found out that the house was called ABC Buildingblocks and a man and his wife lived their and had childcare services out of that house.The man Killed 7 children and his wife then hung himself in the basement.I still cannot beleive that they didnt tere that house down or that my father never said anything.