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A few years ago our now haunted house used to be a funeral
home and the Mortician who worked there had been friends with
a family just down the road.
The family had a little girl named Sarah. The Mortician cared for
Sarah because she would often visit him by walking to his house
to keep him company. Most people stayed clear of him because
of his line of work.
Today, many of us complain and worry about the "one heavy
snow of the year". Years ago, mid-Missouri had a huge blizzard
swoop down from the north. It was not an expected storm.
When the storm hit, the Mortician knew Sarah was not going to
be visiting him that day. That same evening, after he had laid his
head down for the night, Sarah's parents showed up. The
Mortician could not believe they were there because the storm
was only getting worse and there only mode of transportation
was their own feet. When asking Sarah's parents to come in, her
mother asked if he had seen their daughter earlier in the day.
That is when things changed.
Supposedly Sarah had left her parents house earlier in the day,
before the storm hit, to visit the Mortician. The Mortician never
saw her and her parents claimed she never came home.
The Mortician, Sarah's mom and Sarah's dad began to trace the
way Sarah usually walks back and forth between the two homes.
In between was the funeral home, which is now the house you
will be walking through. While walking through the blizzard they
saw Sarah's coat about 200-yards from the funeral home.
Fortunately, Sarah was inside the coat. Unfortunately she was
frozen solid and had passed away.
With the death of any child comes great mourning.
The Mortician had a different perspective. Sarah was the
daughter he never had, a friend. He had to bury Sarah. That was
his job.
As months went by, few people saw the Mortician around town. It
was as if he did not want anything to do with anybody. Eventually
he shut the doors to the funeral home. People rumored he was
hearing Sarah crying out especially when he stepped inside the
home. We think it is why he closed down.
After the Mortician closed the doors, fewer and fewer people saw
the man. He had simply withdrawn from society and disappeared.
Some say the spirits in the house took him to be with Sarah while
others say he killed himself to get away from the voices in his
head.
No one is sure.
Things move, you hear things, you see hallucinations, and things
just do not make sense all the time. Come out, see for yourself
home and the Mortician who worked there had been friends with
a family just down the road.
The family had a little girl named Sarah. The Mortician cared for
Sarah because she would often visit him by walking to his house
to keep him company. Most people stayed clear of him because
of his line of work.
Today, many of us complain and worry about the "one heavy
snow of the year". Years ago, mid-Missouri had a huge blizzard
swoop down from the north. It was not an expected storm.
When the storm hit, the Mortician knew Sarah was not going to
be visiting him that day. That same evening, after he had laid his
head down for the night, Sarah's parents showed up. The
Mortician could not believe they were there because the storm
was only getting worse and there only mode of transportation
was their own feet. When asking Sarah's parents to come in, her
mother asked if he had seen their daughter earlier in the day.
That is when things changed.
Supposedly Sarah had left her parents house earlier in the day,
before the storm hit, to visit the Mortician. The Mortician never
saw her and her parents claimed she never came home.
The Mortician, Sarah's mom and Sarah's dad began to trace the
way Sarah usually walks back and forth between the two homes.
In between was the funeral home, which is now the house you
will be walking through. While walking through the blizzard they
saw Sarah's coat about 200-yards from the funeral home.
Fortunately, Sarah was inside the coat. Unfortunately she was
frozen solid and had passed away.
With the death of any child comes great mourning.
The Mortician had a different perspective. Sarah was the
daughter he never had, a friend. He had to bury Sarah. That was
his job.
As months went by, few people saw the Mortician around town. It
was as if he did not want anything to do with anybody. Eventually
he shut the doors to the funeral home. People rumored he was
hearing Sarah crying out especially when he stepped inside the
home. We think it is why he closed down.
After the Mortician closed the doors, fewer and fewer people saw
the man. He had simply withdrawn from society and disappeared.
Some say the spirits in the house took him to be with Sarah while
others say he killed himself to get away from the voices in his
head.
No one is sure.
Things move, you hear things, you see hallucinations, and things
just do not make sense all the time. Come out, see for yourself
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