Oldman Edward

My father would always make remarks to my grandparents about oldman Edward. that Oldman Edward lived in the old house in the woods behind my grandparent's house. I always thought that Oldman Edward was just some scary looking oldman my father joked about. It was my fourteenth birthday and my father told me that i was finally old enough to hear about what Oldman Edward.

My father told me that "Oldman Edward lived in the old farm house in the woods. He was about sixty years old and he lived alone. One day, When i was about your age,(this was back in the 1970's) people started disapearing from the town. The police searched everywhere for the people that were missing but never found anything. The police started searching houses of everybody that lived in the area. The last house they searched was Oldman Edward's. I remember I was outside playing with one of my friends when an officer started walking down the trail to Oldman Edward's house. Out of no where my friend and I heard the officer scream and run back toward my house and told my friend and I to get in my house and lock the doors. A few minutes later most of the cops in the town were running back to Oldman Edward's house. I saw them drag the oldman to the road. Oldman Edward was covered in blood and had a psycopathic look on his face. The police report said that they found Oldman Edward sitting in the floor of his house eating the dead body of an adult that had gone missing. Later that week I asked my parents what Oldman Edward did and they said that the police found the bodies of the ten missing people hanging in his house from the ceiling."

I was freaked out and interested at the same time about what my father just told me. I decided that I was going to sneak out of the house to look inside the house. I took a flashlight and my pocket knife and started walking the trail to the house at sunset. I got to the house and opened the front door and started looking around the house. The floor and walls were covered in bloodstains. The faint odor of rotting flesh lingered in the house. The door to the upstairs was nailed shut but I managed to finally get it open after trying for a few minutes.

The upstairs of the house smelt the same as the downstairs but it was 10 times stronger. I shined my light around and found 3 rooms with no doors and nothing in them and a fourthroom with what appered to me a bunch of sticks. As tried to see, I got my flashlight from my pocket and shined it on the floor. It was not sticks in the floor, they were human bones. I took off running to my grandparent's house and stayed up watching TV the rest of the night. I have not been to my grandparent's house since then.