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Let the
children come to me, do not stop them, because the kingdom of Heaven
belongs to such as these
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The House Of Handprints, What
Cheer, Iowa |
explored by:
Casper
Once again our intrepid Scooby Casper has braved the
abandoned corners of Iowa to bring us this tale and these photos of a
very creepy old place..... here, her chilling exploration in her own
words:
"This house is located in the country a few miles from
What Cheer, Iowa. It’s only a half a mile from where my sister in law
used to live and so we’d pass it a lot going to her house. It has always
kind of given me the creeps just looking at it. The way the house was
built, the way the grass was so long and it was just sitting there by
itself on top of the hill, and how sometimes at night even though
everyone knew no one wasn’t living there, the front porch light would
flicker on and off. Funny how that happened considering the electricity
to the house had been cut..... |
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So we decided to do a run in one
day when we had some extra time, and I went in alone while
Michael, my husband, waited out in the car with our son. I had to
go in through the window, and with me being the size that I am, it
didn’t go over so well, but I made it. What I saw amazed me. The
inside was nothing but large rooms filled with everything of the
people living there. I had to make it quick so I snapped a few
shots so I could look at later and went to find the stairs to the
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When I reached the top I had just enough time to go
into one of the 3 rooms up there before I heard a door slam
downstairs and footsteps. I called out, “Michael!” and
there was no response, except for footsteps coming closer to the
back room where the stairs were. I called out again and nothing.
Just the footsteps of someone or something, so I stood at the top
of the stairs and heard another door slam. The door to the room
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The footsteps got louder, and the door to the
stairs started closing. I flew down the stairs as fast as I could
(still snapping pictures along the way… I may get scared but damn
it, I keep taking pictures!) and opened all the doors that had
mysteriously closed, ran through the house, and flung open the now
unlocked front door. Once in the front yard I saw Michael STILL
sitting in the car waiting patiently, and totally freaked out.
I was
the only person in that house, and yet there were doors being
closed and I was hearing footsteps? Now that’s freaky! |
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I swore up and down I was NOT returning to that
house, and held to that for another couple of months before Michael
talked me into returning with him, and he promised to be there with me
the entire time. He wanted to get more pictures. Better views of
everything in the house.
So we went, and when we were both inside, nothing else
was heard. Just us, and the house....
.....continue on to see
MORE of the House Of Handprints.....
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