The Wineville Murders

This story takes place in a city which is now called Mira Loma in California, it use to be named Wineville but I will tell you why the name changed later.

I was eight years old when I had just moved into this old creepy house with my parents my two sisters and my two big dogs, a German Shepherd and a Rottweiler. When I lived in that house I always felt like something was watching me like I was never alone. But my parents seemed to like it especially since a friend of the family that was living there had let us stay there rent free as long as we took care of the place.

Ever since I was a little girl I've always had a bladder problem. When I had to go you had to get out of my way. I remember one night I woke up in the middle of the night needing to use the bathroom. I walked past my parents room down the hallway towards the bathroom. The door was a little bit open and I could see a shadow on the wall. I could see the shadow of a man. At first I thought it was maybe my dad but then I heard gurgling and choking noises as if he was spitting something out. It didn't sound like my dad. I then said aloud "who's there?" the noises then stopped. I opened the door to see no one in there. Seeing this sent chills down my spine. I had even forgot why I had got up to go to the bathroom and went back to bed.

Another night when I was in the backyard with my sister we were jumping on the trampoline when we heard horses hooves stomping on the ground. This confused us because our horses were always in their stalls by the afternoon. When we turned to where the noises were coming from we saw a headless man riding on horse. The horse had glowing red eyes and steam coming out of his nostrils. Me and my sister ran inside.

The most frightening memory I had of this house which still haunts me in my mind at times was when my aunt, uncle, and cousins came over to visit. It was around 11 at night. Me and my cousin that was my age were jumping outside when we heard crying and screams of boys. We looked at each other a bit frightened and looked around. By my trampoline there were two cages where my dogs would be kept since my cousin was terrified of big dogs. Behind my dogs cages was a white wall and a fence. I turned to look at my dogs, kind of seeking protection or comfort of some sort. Both of my dogs had their ears down and were barking out of control behind them. I turned my attention to the white wall where my dogs were barking at. I then saw a shadow of a man holding a boy up in the air by his hair. I could hear the cries and hysterical screams of the boy. I could see the shadow of the boy kicking at his attacker but from the shadow he wasn't even close to hitting him. I turned to my cousin to see if he was seeing what I was and I could see he was scared, his big eyes seemed even wider behind his glasses. I looked back at the shadows to see the man slowly pick up an axe and chop the boys head off from his body. As the man still held the head in his other hand and the body fell to the floor. We both stood there with our mouths open but no screams coming out. When we heard a chilling horrifying laugh surround my whole backyard it sent throughout all of my body. We both ran inside screaming bloody murder.

After telling my parents everything I had been experiencing in that house my parents tried to console us telling us it was probably our neighbor killing some chickens or something and they tried to use the excuse that it was my imagination about the bathroom and headless horseman incident. My two sisters hearing this conversation stepped forward and admitted they too had been experiencing bad things in that house that they had seen shadows walking outside their bedroom window at night time and hearing footsteps.

My younger sister one time fell on the concrete without tripping over anything and cracked her skull. She insisted something had pushed her. She felt unseen hands grab her and push her down hard. We didn't move out of that house right away and I still experienced weird things from time to time. Things that couldn't be explained but my parents still insisted there was always an explanation to everything. I think they just wanted us to feel more comfortable in that house since we all knew we were going to stay there for a little while longer. We moved out when I was 10 or 11 about five minutes away in the same city.

Three years in that hell hole we called home. I'm now 18 and when I was 17 last year I learned of a movie called "changeling". After I watched that movie and learned where I live use to be called Wineville. In this house or ranch, a man named Northcutt use to live there in the 1920s. He would kidnap, molest, torture, and then kill little boys in his backyard. It is now named Mira Loma because of bad publicity. I'm certain now what I saw in that old house of mine was because of this and it chills every bone in my body to know I lived and slept in the same house where all these bloody and gruesome acts happened.

Written by Ana, Copyright 2010

Martin Goes Crazy

Once, there was a man who lived in a house with his wife and three children. They had just moved from Los Angeles, California. There was a man named Martin, his wife's name was Julia and their kids, George, Juliet, and Jimmy. They had moved down to Louisiana because Martin had just gotten fired from his last job because he kept saying there were ghosts where he worked at. He went insane everytime he said he'd seen one. His boss got tired of him and fired him. He talks to his wife about what all he saw and what all happened in California. His wife wouldn't really believe him, but she'd listen to him. It worried her that her husband was so into it that she even thought he was going crazy.

One day she got sick and tired of his stories she told him she wanted a divorce. She told him she didn't want what was going on to be passed on to her children. He went insane and started trashing the house. He grabbed his wife and tied her up against the bed. He grabbed his children and tied them up, too. He yelled at his wife that they would never leave him. Never ever. He grabbed George, the smallest of them all, and skinned him alive in front of his wife and two remaining children! His wife was going crazy and was nearly purple and blue from seeing such scene. She yanked and pulled from the chains she was tied up against, but instead she had hurt her wrists so deep she had cut her veins. She'd bleed to death. Then Martin got his 7-year-old girl, Juliet, and bit her fingers off, one-by-one. His wife was barely alive, but she tried to get to her child. Martin slit his own daughter's throat open and she instantly died. His wife sobbed miserably and asked "Why have you done this to us?" Martin only said "I'll never let you or my children go. We're a family and we're all going to be together forever." He pulled out a gun and killed his last son. His wife pleaded to kill her, too, but he didn't. He talked to her until she bled to death. He sobbed in misery and in the blood of his own family.

He buried them in his backyard and he would mourn everyday, practically all day for what he had done. He begged for forgiveness, but his dead family wouldn't reply. After many many days, Martin died. He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't sleep, he wouldn't do anything at all, but mourn for his family and the awful sin he had committed.

The next day, one of the neighbors went to see the new family since they had never came to say hi, and he saw the chaos. He starred in horror and he immediately called the police. The police came as soon as possible and did investigations. They found the corpse in the ground and soon discovered what had happened. They didn't know exactly, until they did more research on them. They found out the children were killed by the hands of their father, and the wife was left to bleed to death, and Martin.. Martin had died of starvation and need of sleep.

Sent in by Danielle, Copyright 2009 Willard E Hughes Jr