My family and I went to the Villisca Axe Murder House in Villisca, Iowa this past weekend. It's a small house, quiet but creepy.
It's very sad what happened in the house. Eight people, two adults and six children (two of them being friends with the daughter) were brutally murdered, hit with an axe, in the house. When you walk in you can just feel the sadness. The tour starts in the town museum, then the cemetery where you see where the family and there two overnight guests were buried, and then you finally go to the house.
When we walked in I immediately felt sad. The tour guide took us into the living room and told us the terrible story. The killer supposedly hid in the attic until the family went to sleep that night.
When the tour guide was talking I saw a shadow that looked like a woman standing in the kitchen looking at us. Before the tour guide left he told us we could look around by ourselves. My mom's boyfriend, Jeff, went outside to look at something and a few minutes after he did we started hearing footsteps upstairs; I also heard what sounded like a lady moaning. My younger sister ran out of the house and a few seconds later she came back in with Jeff and he asked what happened. We told him so we decided to go upstairs to check it out. While up there we went into the children's room. We stayed in there for a few minutes and nothing happened. My mom and Jeff decided to go into the attic where the killer supposedly hid. My sisters ran down the stairs and out the back door because they didn't want to be in there anymore.
We were in the attic and I started hearing children whispering, it sounded like a little girl and a little boy. My mom looked at me and asked what was wrong, I told her and so we went back into the children's room. I started asking questions like what their names were and a little boy told me his name was Paul. I heard that the children like to play with toy balls so my mom got a big pink one and started rolling it, Paul wouldn't roll it back so we thought that maybe because it was pink and he was a little boy he didn't like it. My mom went back into the attic to try to find another one when all of a sudden a blue and pink ball rolled out from under one of the beds! She came back into the room and she stared at it, I picked it up and rolled it to her. She rolled it into one of the corners, Paul rolled it over to my feet and then I rolled it back to my mom. Paul rolled the pink ball back to my feet where the blue and pink one was. I rolled the blue and pink one back to my mom and the pink one went into the middle of the room. Jeff tried to see if maybe the floors were curved and that was what was making it roll. He jumped and the pink ball would not move. By then, Paul had gotten tired of playing so we left the house.
It is extremely sad what happened there, and I hope to come back soon! There's something in that house, both good and evil.
Thanks for reading!
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