The Blacksmith

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Story type: Ghost
Location: baltimore,MD
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Aug 27 02:59:11 2008

ok well i know this guy right and he used to always say the strangest things out of blue like "always lock your door, never leave a candle burning while you sleep" strange stuff like that. well i always used to think he was crazy or something, but about a year ago his parents brought this house and it was huge and it was at least 150-200 years old. i thought it might have been heritage listed but it wasn't. i thought it was quite weird. but any way he was extremely "iffy" about moving in but his parents said that there was nothing to be scared of. so he eventually gave in and they moved into the house. just like every other old house it made noises and scared the hell out of him but he got used to it. as time went on 6 months down the track he'd stopped saying those strange things like "always lock your door, never leave a candle burning while you sleep" and became more and more relaxed about everything. on the exact date of the 6th month that they had been living in it, he was fast asleep when he woke to the sound of some one whispering. he sat bolt upright and could see the figure of young woman standing in the door way. he could just make her out in the pitch room. he slowed his breathing and brought his knees to his chest and lent against the wall with out moving his eyes from the figure in the doorway. she whispered to him "he's coming." he panicked, swallowed really hard and replied to the figure "who's coming?" she just said again "he's coming." he slowly got out of bed and crept ever so quietly over to his dresser and lit the candle and sat it next to his bed on the night stand and climbed back on to the bed still with out moving his eyes from figure in the doorway. he was just about to nod off to sleep again when she whispered ever so gently "he's here." she motioned toward his night stand. he looked at the candle he had lit. it was gone. he passed out from lack of sleep to be woken by a blood curdling scream. the candle he had lit was on floor and was twisted beyond recognition. he felt a searing pain in both his wrists looking down had 2 identical burn marks horizontally across both wrists.... he found out weeks later that the reason the house wasn't heritage listed was because the family that lived were murdered by the father. he was a black smith who had used hot pokers to burn out their eyes and burnt their arms using candles and gun powder and took his own life by forcing the poker through his chin bursting through the top of his skull.