House Showing
"This house is near a cemetary Dale." Mom commented as she looked at the GPS. We're house looking - well my parents are. I'm missing school for this, because my parents like to make everything, absolutely everything, a family trip. I'm already missing my friends. There is trees on both sides of the highway. The greenery is surreal. Never seen anything like it before. I sigh as I look out the window.
"Can you please not be so negative." My Father says as he is driving in the driveway.
"Will do." I reply with a slight annoyance.
We get out of the vehicle. And we're immediately stunned as the house is all white with the doors being all glass to where you can easily see through the family room. It was truly amazing. The sign of "Willhoite Baptist Church," sign was still standing to the left of the house. And the huge cross on top of the house as well was still standing. My mom looked so amazed and with awe she went ahead to go inside the house. My Father followed as I lingered outside. I looked to my right and the cemetary was there. It looked old. All the gravestones looked very old and feels very off. I brushed it off and went ahead and go inside.
"Now I want to inform you. This church was renovated to a house for a particular reason." The realistate agent was saying as he passes out pamphlets.
I looked at him and ask, "why?"
"Young man, there was a horrific event that killed just one particular family." He says in his weary voice.
"What happened?" My mom is now intruding.
"There was a spectator that did not agree with the previous Sundays' sermon. So he went and one by one killed the Willhoite family all twenty of them. Leaving anybody else who was not a Willhoite scarred." He responds with that information he started showing the house.
