This is a true story about a ghost who haunted a house for centuries and centuries...and what happened when they tore the house down. A long time ago, about 1732 a man and a woman were to be married. The bride, Jessica Stevenson, was overwhelmed with joy. The groom, Thomas MacRoy, was the same. Anyway, the two were married on March 30, 1732. As they were walking on a bridge like thing built over flowers and very shallow water. The bride saw some beautiful, rare flowers that she wanted. Thomas decided to jump off the bridge and get them for her. However, he fell too hard on a big rock and broke his leg. Jessica ran to get help. While she was gone, Thomas had tried to climb back up, but fell again, this time hitting his head on the rock. By the time Jessica returned, Thomas had died. They had his funeral a week later. Jessica was traumatized. She wore black for two years, claiming that Thomas picked out her outfits for her. Everything she did, she said Thomas told her to do. One day her father came to her house to check on her, and found her standing in her bedroom with one of Thomas's swords on her chest. "Thomas told me it was time for me to come home to him, because he missed me." After these words, she pushed the sword into her heart and died. Her family fled far from the house, fearing any more deaths. The room she killed herself in was boarded up so you couldn't tell it was a wall. And no one discovered it for two hundred years. In 1932, people started wondering why the house was always abandoned within two years of ownership. People complained of "voices in the walls". These people were never specific about what the voices said. In 1933, people were told to knock down the house and build a railroad station. While knocking down the house, 4 people died. All of them were assigned to the section of the house the room was boarded up in. By the time the house was knocked over, most of the people had quit, claiming to have been bored with the job. Soon after the railroad station was built. People claimed sightings of a groom and a pretty lady in a black dress to stand by the train all day, crying. One day they stopped crying. This very day, all of the trains crashed, and all of the passengers died. They closed the train staion, and left it as an open field. Since this, the couple has been seen wondering around the area of the Pennsylvania border. Everyone who crosses their path dies. Who knows what they'll do next.
Andrea Steckle
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