There is a mansion in Newcastle that really is haunted, nobody has stepped inside for over 50 years. A story has been passed around that the last time somebody was inside they didn't leave, they died in the mansion. The police looked into the case but not one of the men or women in the force volunteered to go in and the case was dropped. Years went by and then new technology was introduced to the world. The police force got hold of a remote control robot which had a camera fitted on it and had the ability to pick up items. They came back to the case at this point and the robot volunteered to enter the mansion. The officer who was in control drove it around for a while and then it come across a video camera, it made the robot pick it up and returned it back to us
The contents of the video were too disturbing that it never was released to the public, every officer who watched the video vomited multiple times after atching, a few of them went mental and had to have medical treatment. Still now the video cannot be released but the contents of the video can be written down in words, I warn you, if you are squeamish and don't like blood, please stop reading.
Their are two people in the video, Trevor and Samuel. It starts off outside of the mansion, both of the boys look happy and are smiling and waving at the camera.
S: Hello, this is Samuel!
T: And this Trevor!
S-T: And together we are the paranormal partners!
*both start laughing and giggling, camera points at mansion*
T: We're in Newcastle and this mansion is supposed to be haunted
S: Oooooh, we're really scared, there's no ghost, and we are going to prove it too you all!
*They walk open the gate and Trevor opens the door*
S: We're in, look at the state of this house!"
*camera shows inside house, lots of rubble and ash everywhere*
T: Let's go through here"
*Trevor leads them through a doorway*
S: It's the kitchen, wonder if there's any food in?
T: Maybe, but it definitely wouldn't taste any good
S: Right, next room it is, let's.."
*interruption from loud banging upstairs*
T: *laughs* let's go and check it out, probably rats eh?
S: Definitely rats, this place is probably full of the little buggers!
*get to staircase and start going up, banging still happening*
T: That can't be rats though Samuel?
S: Come on Trev, not scared now are we, of course they're rats, ghosts aren't real!
*they open door and enter room where banging is coming from*
S: *gasps* Oh damn, I jumped a mile, look at al these mannequins in here Trevor!
T: *enters room and jumps a bit* Damn, I've got to agree that did scare me.
*everything goes quiet for a minute or so*
S: Trevor, where did you go? *sam's face goes white*
*silence*
S: Trevor, this isn't time for games, come out now, the fun is over.
*more silence*
*camera pans around the room looking at mannequins*
S: TREV, THIS ISN'T F...
*interrupted by girl-like scream outside room*
S: *runs out and see's Trevor on the floor crying* Get up you girl
T: It's got me Sam, it's.. *face turns angry* GET OUT!
S: Trevor, stop it, your scaring me *starts shaking*
T: *grips hold of Samuel, throws camera down the stairs*
*blood curdling scream and a horrible ripping noise is heard*
T: Should have listened to me boy!
*body of Samuel is thrown next to camera, torn in half*
T: *walks upto camera and picks up* Now, this boy must die
*Trevor walks off towards the kitchen and returns with a knife
*the camera drops and screaming is heard for about a minute*
*Trevor's head drops onto the floor next to Samuel's body*
*END OF TAPE*
The mansion still stands there in Newcastle, still not a person has entered. The police have managed to drag the broken skeletons of the two boys using the robot. The boys were later identified as Samuel Smith and Trevor Nicholson, they were reported missing that 25 years ago but the police didn't look into the case properly.
Later this year the mansion will be demolished, and hopefully the evil spirit inside will be demolished with it.
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This story was written by Joe (Admin)
"Nowhere is safe, nowhere, don't forget that children"
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