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About four months ago my best friend and partner in crime took a drive down Hwy79 in Missouri, we ended up going down to the lock and damn about 45 mins away from home. It was a bright Sunday afternoon and we discovered the first of many houses to look at. After that day we decided to check out more on Hwy47. So the next weekend at about 11:30 we headed out, we found a house right on the side of the old highway. It was and plain looking farm house that had many broken windows and the porch was starting to fall apart. The only thing we saw that looked somewhat new was some machinery off to the side. We decided that we would take a look around and so we went up and went through the front door, not relizing that there were only two inch planks as the floor...we found out quickly but we saw dirt right under neath them until we got half way across the room then it turned into the cellar/basement. The next room had a floor that connected to the pack porch. We had two choices we could go to the attic or the cellar. We went upstairs, bad idea. We knew that the house had been abandoned for some times now and no one really lived on the streets in these parts. There was no sign of anybody being there at all but on our way up to the attic we looked over as the stairs became level with the attic floor and we saw a beat up wire bed frame and a torn mattress.(i know you're thinking no big deal but wait and read on)we have decided that it was very unstable up there so we went to the cellar and i was behind my friend and we heard glass start to break everywhere we walked, at first we had our lights turned down because of a passing car, when we flicked them back on we saw the two side walls of the cellar and jars, almost a hundred empty jars....all broken or half broken...except two. The two unbroken jars were filled with a redish-brown substances(perserves?nope) after that we heard footsepts in the attic so we took off and started for the car but as my friend went on ahead i looked back to the single window in the attic and there he was. A older man in worn out farming clothes, just standing there watching us, he didn't move he just stood there with a simple little grin, and now for the great part..i got the shit scared out of me there, but i went back and one of the unbroken jars was now broke and the stuff was all over.. it smelled like roadkill only worse. The next day we went during the day and didn't go in but we discovered that there were old hutches in the back that we had never noticed before. All in all anytime day or night we drive by there hes always standing in the top window looking out at us, i've seen him on the highway and so has my friend..but i know he isn't alive.

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