The early evening was grey and misty when Andrew decided to murder his whole family. Andrew Sparks was once a successful and enthusiastic watch maker and a hard working farmer in the small town of Newland, NC. He had a loving wife and two young daughters who all seemed proud of their father and the home life they had built together. The Sparks were a strong willed family who would soon be bound by a fear so intense that death couldn't even find the courage to put it to rest.
What happened?
Something was different about Andrew. He became sort of a recluse. He scarcely talked to anyone and in church he never prayed aloud like he used to. A father that was once filled with joy and liveliness had suddenly changed.
It was early that evening before dinner when his family heard his footsteps one by one on the three screeching steps that led to the door. Then they heard the sound of the screen being pulled at such a force they thought it would come off its hinges.
Then there was Andrew drenched in sweat when His wife ran to him eager for a welcomed kiss but he pushed her away from him strangely enraged and in a hurry went to the room where he kept his rifle. After a few short minutes had passed he returned to the family room where his wife and two innocent young daughters stood watching in disbelief.
He shook his head as if blinded by the darkness of his own insanity and aimed it at his youngest daughters head. Then his shaking fingers squeezed the trigger. Such pitiful cries and pleas came paining from the throats of his wife and eldest daughter that even the storm clouds fled in fear of Andrew's madness.
The exhausted and bewildered wife of Andrew could fight no more as a bullet ripped through her flesh and exited her back with her last gaping breath. The eldest daughter of Andrew stood trembling and weak at the knees from the sight of her mother lying dead on the floor in a pool of blood beside her little sister. She could barely move from the terror she had just witnessed but realized she had to run in desperate hopes of a place to hide. But the only thing she could think to save her and use as a barrier from the last deadly bullet was a velvet sofa.
She ran behind it realizing that there was no use. Andrew laughed and mocked her as the tears streamed down her broken face. She cried out"... Please father... Please"
But with that final plea, her life had ended by the desperate hands of a madman.
We are the first to investigate the hauntings of Andrew Sparks but there are many local witnesses to the strange occurrences on the Sparks property such as ghostly orbs, cold spots, eerie screams, phantom footsteps, phantom cries and phantom gunshots.
Many of the Sparks family belongings are left untouched today in the old house. There also still remains a special book belonging to the youngest daughter of Andy and inside the cover a handwritten note from Andy himself that eerily reads " Sleep my children... It is easier to sleep".
B. Dotson 2008
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I will be the first to tell you that most of this story IS blown out of proportion! You have taken this event and molested it. I will not go through and tell you everything that you stated wrong but will point out a few. First, the event DID NOT happen in the afternoon. This happened around 7:30AM! The actual records found back this up. Second, Andrew had (3) three daughters, not just 2. You also were NOT the first to investigate this house. Numerous people before you have investigated. You have NO idea of what went on inside that house. Family nor friends could tell you how the murders happened and what was said because NO ONE was left alive other than Andrew. He was alive but did not talk due to his massive head wound. He died 16 1/2 hours later on the 9th of December 1954. If you want to come up with a ghost story try not to use a tragic event and add to it. If you screw with this story much, it might bring you pain and discomfort in ways you could not dream of. Trust me!