Go To Your Mother Hon

A neighbor of mine told me this story awhile back when he discovered I was a ghost hunter. I expected him to laugh at my news but instead he shared this story. 

Tears came to his eyes as he remembered this experience. I have never seen my neighbor so emotional before, it made me realize he was telling a true story.

Everett and his roommate had just moved into a house they were going to rent for several months while Everett worked in the area. 

As he moved boxes into the spare bedroom he noticed what appeared to be dried blood on one of the walls. He walked over to inspect it closer and realized his first impression was correct. On further inspection he saw what appeared to be a trail of dried blood and to his surprise he spotted chunks that looked like human flesh.

Amazed and concerned he called the construction boss who had arranged for them to stay at this house and asked if he knew what was going on. 

The boss begrudgingly admitted that there had been a violent incident in the home recently. He told Everett not to worry that he would find them someplace else to live as soon as possible. 

Everett returned to the bedroom and pulled up the carpet along the wall. He realized that whomever had been given the task to clean up the mess had not done a very good job. Disgusted he cleaned up the carpet, wall and the floor underneath.

When Everett’s roommate found out about what he had discovered she refused to even enter the room and kept after him to find them someplace else to live. Being strapped for cash, Everett explained that they would just have to wait until his boss found them another place.

A few days later Everett went into the spare room to retrieve some items they needed. As he turned to leave the room he noticed that there was a large red stain on the carpet behind the door. Perplexed he went over to take a closer look. 

In the same area he had cleaned before there was more blood upon the carpet. Everett wondered how he could have missed this large of a spot. He got a bucket and brush and proceeded to clean the carpet and the floor underneath again.

For the next few weeks Everett spent most of his time away from the house working. He got a call from his two sons that they were going to be in town for the weekend and could they stay at his place. 

That night he returned home and moved the boxes in the spare bedroom to the side so his sons could sleep there. His sons arrived after midnight so Everett showed them to the spare bed and told them they would talk in the morning. 

Around three that morning one of his sons woke Everett up with the complaint that he and his brother couldn’t sleep because their room was so cold. It was in the middle of summer and it was warm outside.

Everett followed his son back to the spare bedroom and discovered his son had not exaggerated the room was very cold. His sons then pulled out the sleeping bags they had been traveling with and for the rest of that night they slept on the living room floor. 

The next morning Everett entered the spare room to see if the temperature had improved. As he turned to leave he spotted a large red stain on the carpet behind the door. His knees went weak at the sight. Not wanting to alarm his sons he cleaned up the spot for the third time.

The following Monday he called the local police to discuss what had happened in the house before he moved in. He was told that it was a double murder and suicide. 

A jealous husband had returned home from the first Gulf War to discover his wife was having an affair. He then killed his wife, four-year daughter and then turned the gun on himself.

When Everett's roommate found out that the stain had returned and about the tragedy that caused it she insisted they move right away. 

The next few days they spent looking for another place to live, which they found. Everett’s boss lent them his truck so they could move quickly. The last day they spent in the house, the boss was dropped off to retrieve his truck. 

As they stood in the foyer talking the boss looked at Everett and asked him, “Who is that little girl, playing with the ball in the back bedroom?”

Everett and his roommate looked up and then went down the hall to inspect the room. They didn’t see anyone but they knew who the little girl was. 

When the boss left, overcome with emotion Everett entered the spare bedroom and dropped to his knees. With tears in his eyes he stated “Go to your Mother Hon. You don’t belong here anymore.” As Everett turned to leave the room, he spotted the same red stain behind the door.