I didn’t want to go on the haunted house tour with my girlfriend Becky. I only went because I was in love with Becky, and you make compromises for love. The first three alleged haunted houses you couldn’t go inside. They might as well have been unhaunted houses as boring as they had been.
The last house we got to go in. That house was spooky. We briefly heard a strange sound like a woman whispering, and we felt like we were being watched. We learned a woman named Miranda Beeks who was visiting America from Scotland hung herself to death there. We didn’t see the ghost of Miranda Beeks, but I got an uneasy feeling she was still there haunting the place. I was glad to get out of there.
On the ride home Becky sat up boltright in her car seat, and said I just had a vision of Miranda Beeks. “She killed herself because the man she was going to marry left her for another woman!”
“You’re kidding me,” I said.
“No, Bob, I’m serious. I saw her do it too, and it was awful!”
I didn’t believe her, but I let it go after that and dropped her off at her parent’s house where she lived.
That night when I went to bed I had a nightmare about Miranda Beeks in which she was a red-eyed female demon chasing Becky. I woke up that morning rattled by the nightmare.
I turned on the TV and saw on the news Becky had hung herself to death in her parents house. I was shocked and went a little crazy! That evening I burned down the house Miranda Beeks killed herself in hoping I sent her soul to hell.
Bob Boyd