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Jennifer was a single mother of 5; four sons and one daughter. Her husband, Ethan, died years after their last child was born. Jennifer raised her children on her own without re-marrying; Jennifer hated herself for that
Jennifer's youngest, Evelyn, was a special child. She could see and communicate with spirits. Her brothers hated her for this; Evelyn could see and talk with her father when her mother wasn't around. Of course that didn't send the right message to Evelyn and her family. If Evelyn was waking up in the middle of the night, talking to no one, that would mean her house was haunted right? But if it was just her father then it should be alright...wrong.

The spirits Evelyn was talking to wasn't just her father; there were more than one ghost haunting the house. This sent Jennifer into a panic attack, causing her to fall ill. Her oldest son, Jeffery, blamed Evelyn for this. "This your fault!" Jeffery shouted. "You're the one talking to the ghosts! You're the cause of mothers illness!"
The other three brothers didn't agree. They thought Evelyn was a saint and would never do such a thing. Evelyn never did anything wrong; she does exactly what she's told as she's told without question, and she's never even harmed a bug.

All the same Evelyn still felt guilty. Like Jeffery she blamed herself for her mothers illness.
One day Evelyn ran outside to pick some flowers for her sick mother. Just as Evelyn was running and humming happily, she suddenly came to a stop. She looked up at a large, dead tree; a tree she did not recognize. With panic, Evelyn turned around. Where did her house go? The clouds suddenly turned gray and thunder began to rumble. Evelyn began to run.

She ran through trees, broken down branches, tripped over some rotting logs, but she came no where near her family home. "Help!" she screamed. "Jeffery! Carlos! Devin! Steve! Anyone! Help me, please!"
No one came to the small girls aid. Rain began to pour down, hard. Tripping over one last rotting log, tears began to stream down from Evelyn's eyes. She had cuts here and there, her knees were all scraped up, and she was muddy from head to toe. Oh, how she wanted to go home.

Back at the house Jennifer had told Jeffery to call the police to help search for her only daughter. The police came and they started an all out search for poor, little Evelyn out in the rain.
Hours past but the police found nothing. When they came back all they brought was a ribbon Evelyn had had in her hair. Jennifer accepted the ribbon and fell to her knees, bursting into tears.
The next morning Jeffery felt awful. He blamed himself for his little sisters, only sisters, disappearance. Not wanting to accept the fact Evelyn was dead Jeffery set out on his own to find his little sister.
"I'm not coming back until I find her!" Jeffery vowed.

Days past, neither Jeffery or Evelyn came home. Jennifer's illness got worse; she began to hear the spirits who had come before her family. Was it because she was dieing?
Eventually Carlos, the second oldest, went completely insane; he had killed himself. He had grabbed his fathers pocket knife and stabbed himself in the heart. Only Jennifer and her two youngest boys, twins, were left; Steve and Devin. Steve, being the computer nerd he was, did some research on the house that he, his brother, and his near-death mother lived in. It was known as the "Lamperouge House." A woman named Elizabeth Lamperouge used to live in the house. She had claimed to her voices and she eventually went mad and killed herself; as did all who had lived inside the house before Steve and his family. That's exactly what was happening, they were all going mad!

3 months later Jennifer had finally past away. After Steve and Devin buried their dear mother they began to hear voices themselves. One sounded like their older brother Carlos, another was unfamiliar to them. One night Devin heard a little girl laughing outside. 'Evelyn!?' he thought as he dashed out of his bedroom to greet his little sister. He got outside but no one was there.

SNAP!

Devin's heart skipped a few beats. "Who's there!?" he snapped, his voice cracking slightly. After a few more snaps, Devin saw a shadow of what looked like a bear; and that was the end of him.

Steve went into a panic rage the next morning when he found his brother gone. He searched all over the house until he dashed outside. He saw some small pools of blood (blood was also all over the outside walls). Some bones and clothing remains were left behind from when the bear had mauled Devin.
Steve dashed inside to call the police. It didn't take him long to realize the phone line had been cut. Steve was breathing heavily due to fear, sweat beaded down his face from his forehead. He began to hear two men chatter, her heard a little girls laughter, he heard a boys screaming.
Screaming to the heavens, Steve dashed out of the house never to come back.

***

Present Day

My name is Amy Walker, I'm 15 years old and I'm a "detective" for the school newspaper. For the past 2 weeks I've been doing some research on the old Lamperouge House. I heard some pretty wicked stories about it, but I didn't believe them one bit. My friend, Josh, dared me to do some "detective" work on the house; "sneak in" he said. Me, being the dumb ass I am, listened. Everyday I sneak in through the gates of the Lamperouge House. I take pictures, take notes of my surroundings, and occasionally I hear voices.

Don't get me wrong, I don't really believe in ghosts...well now I do. I'll explain. A few days ago I came to the very spot I'm standing right now (6 feet away from the front door). If you've been stupid enough to come here once or twice like I have (okay I've been here more than once or twice) then you've probably noticed the blood all over the outside walls. You can bet your money I took note of that.
Anyway, I was wondering around the house until a saw a black shadow on the second floor window. I rubbed my eyes, not believing what I was seeing, and looked again. After a second or two the curtains shut...by themselves!

I like, totally jumped back like 5 feet! No joke!
I am NOT kidding! The curtains shut by themselves! I tried to take note of that but then I heard a little girls laughing. I looked around but I was TOTALLY ALONE! I backed away from the house a little further; I fell back. I'm such a klutz.
Anyway, I look up and there's a boy staring at me. HE HAD NO EYES! He was bloody as hell from head to toe! I screamed, jumped up, and started running. Once I got out of the property I looked back. The boy was gone! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?

Anyway I've been coming here ever since. I never did see that boy again...but then again I don't think I want to. That was the scariest thing I've ever seen! I never watched a scary movie again!
Also I've been bringing my camera and my recorder with me to shoot for evidence, for PROOF that I'm NOT crazy. I never did see that boy again, but I got A LOT of EVP's and A LOT of video evidence.

Description
Jennifer was a single mother of 5; four sons and one daughter. Her husband, Ethan, died years after their last child was born. Jennifer raised her children on her own without re-marrying; Jennifer hated herself for that
Jennifer's youngest, Evelyn, was a special child. She could see and communicate with spirits. Her brothers hated her for this; Evelyn could see and talk with her father when her mother wasn't around. Of course that didn't send the right message to Evelyn and her family. If Evelyn was waking up in the middle of the night, talking to no one, that would mean her house was haunted right? But if it was just her father then it should be alright...wrong.

The spirits Evelyn was talking to wasn't just her father; there were more than one ghost haunting the house. This sent Jennifer into a panic attack, causing her to fall ill. Her oldest son, Jeffery, blamed Evelyn for this. "This your fault!" Jeffery shouted. "You're the one talking to the ghosts! You're the cause of mothers illness!"
The other three brothers didn't agree. They thought Evelyn was a saint and would never do such a thing. Evelyn never did anything wrong; she does exactly what she's told as she's told without question, and she's never even harmed a bug.

All the same Evelyn still felt guilty. Like Jeffery she blamed herself for her mothers illness.
One day Evelyn ran outside to pick some flowers for her sick mother. Just as Evelyn was running and humming happily, she suddenly came to a stop. She looked up at a large, dead tree; a tree she did not recognize. With panic, Evelyn turned around. Where did her house go? The clouds suddenly turned gray and thunder began to rumble. Evelyn began to run.

She ran through trees, broken down branches, tripped over some rotting logs, but she came no where near her family home. "Help!" she screamed. "Jeffery! Carlos! Devin! Steve! Anyone! Help me, please!"
No one came to the small girls aid. Rain began to pour down, hard. Tripping over one last rotting log, tears began to stream down from Evelyn's eyes. She had cuts here and there, her knees were all scraped up, and she was muddy from head to toe. Oh, how she wanted to go home.

Back at the house Jennifer had told Jeffery to call the police to help search for her only daughter. The police came and they started an all out search for poor, little Evelyn out in the rain.
Hours past but the police found nothing. When they came back all they brought was a ribbon Evelyn had had in her hair. Jennifer accepted the ribbon and fell to her knees, bursting into tears.
The next morning Jeffery felt awful. He blamed himself for his little sisters, only sisters, disappearance. Not wanting to accept the fact Evelyn was dead Jeffery set out on his own to find his little sister.
"I'm not coming back until I find her!" Jeffery vowed.

Days past, neither Jeffery or Evelyn came home. Jennifer's illness got worse; she began to hear the spirits who had come before her family. Was it because she was dieing?
Eventually Carlos, the second oldest, went completely insane; he had killed himself. He had grabbed his fathers pocket knife and stabbed himself in the heart. Only Jennifer and her two youngest boys, twins, were left; Steve and Devin. Steve, being the computer nerd he was, did some research on the house that he, his brother, and his near-death mother lived in. It was known as the "Lamperouge House." A woman named Elizabeth Lamperouge used to live in the house. She had claimed to her voices and she eventually went mad and killed herself; as did all who had lived inside the house before Steve and his family. That's exactly what was happening, they were all going mad!

3 months later Jennifer had finally past away. After Steve and Devin buried their dear mother they began to hear voices themselves. One sounded like their older brother Carlos, another was unfamiliar to them. One night Devin heard a little girl laughing outside. 'Evelyn!?' he thought as he dashed out of his bedroom to greet his little sister. He got outside but no one was there.

SNAP!

Devin's heart skipped a few beats. "Who's there!?" he snapped, his voice cracking slightly. After a few more snaps, Devin saw a shadow of what looked like a bear; and that was the end of him.

Steve went into a panic rage the next morning when he found his brother gone. He searched all over the house until he dashed outside. He saw some small pools of blood (blood was also all over the outside walls). Some bones and clothing remains were left behind from when the bear had mauled Devin.
Steve dashed inside to call the police. It didn't take him long to realize the phone line had been cut. Steve was breathing heavily due to fear, sweat beaded down his face from his forehead. He began to hear two men chatter, her heard a little girls laughter, he heard a boys screaming.
Screaming to the heavens, Steve dashed out of the house never to come back.

***

Present Day

My name is Amy Walker, I'm 15 years old and I'm a "detective" for the school newspaper. For the past 2 weeks I've been doing some research on the old Lamperouge House. I heard some pretty wicked stories about it, but I didn't believe them one bit. My friend, Josh, dared me to do some "detective" work on the house; "sneak in" he said. Me, being the dumb ass I am, listened. Everyday I sneak in through the gates of the Lamperouge House. I take pictures, take notes of my surroundings, and occasionally I hear voices.

Don't get me wrong, I don't really believe in ghosts...well now I do. I'll explain. A few days ago I came to the very spot I'm standing right now (6 feet away from the front door). If you've been stupid enough to come here once or twice like I have (okay I've been here more than once or twice) then you've probably noticed the blood all over the outside walls. You can bet your money I took note of that.
Anyway, I was wondering around the house until a saw a black shadow on the second floor window. I rubbed my eyes, not believing what I was seeing, and looked again. After a second or two the curtains shut...by themselves!

I like, totally jumped back like 5 feet! No joke!
I am NOT kidding! The curtains shut by themselves! I tried to take note of that but then I heard a little girls laughing. I looked around but I was TOTALLY ALONE! I backed away from the house a little further; I fell back. I'm such a klutz.
Anyway, I look up and there's a boy staring at me. HE HAD NO EYES! He was bloody as hell from head to toe! I screamed, jumped up, and started running. Once I got out of the property I looked back. The boy was gone! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?

Anyway I've been coming here ever since. I never did see that boy again...but then again I don't think I want to. That was the scariest thing I've ever seen! I never watched a scary movie again!
Also I've been bringing my camera and my recorder with me to shoot for evidence, for PROOF that I'm NOT crazy. I never did see that boy again, but I got A LOT of EVP's and A LOT of video evidence.