03/01/2026
The Withrow House (part 2)
If you haven’t read part 1, check it out!
To this day we just can’t explain it….
Mir and I had just been denied permission to investigate the Withrow house because “we need to leave them alone”…referring to an abandoned house. *cue the twilight zone music* Well you see…Mir and I are trouble makers and we weren’t about to take no for an answer! So we slowly made our way up the dusty gravel road, our path illuminated by the moon and stars. We pulled into the yard of the Withrow house and my headlights focused on a tiny, yet daunting place surrounded by trees and weeds. The second we stepped foot in that yard the air felt heavy and hostile. We trudged through the overgrown grass in our black boots and approached a house whose walls hadn’t seen white paint in decades. Moss was spread erratically across the old brown siding. Wooden boards covered every window and door and each side of the house displayed a no trespassing sign. Green vines crept over the structure, patient and hungry. We stood in front of the back storm door and feasted our weary eyes on an old rusted padlock. It dawned on us…this house was under serious lock and key. Maybe to keep people like us out…or perhaps, to trap something inside. “Dang it” we thought, as we realized we wouldn’t be getting inside the house tonight. Rule #1 of ghost hunting: The location must be open already for us to enter. So we snapped a quick picture of the storm door and continued exploring the yard. The more we investigated, the worse we felt. My head felt like it was being stabbed and I felt like I might throw up. The unease was real…and the house was watchful. When I told Mir how I was feeling she confirmed that she felt the same way. Mir said “let’s get out of here Mo” and we headed to the car. We sat down and realized our phones were almost dead when they definitely shouldn’t have been. We began scrolling through the pictures when I paused on the one of the storm door. In the glass of the door stood a spooky white apparition. It had big hollowed out eye sockets with a wide open screaming mouth. Under the mouth was a hand flipping us “the bird”. We looked at each other in shock and decided “let’s get the heck out of here!” But when I turned the key, the car wouldn’t start. My brand new car wasn’t working. I tried again…nothing. Panic began to set in as it felt like we were in the middle of some twisted horror flick. But third time is a charm…the car started. We cut the night short and went home feeling terrified, sick, and defeated. The angry spirit of grandma Withrow was definitively present that night…and she did NOT want us at her house. But why? That is the question…
Unfortunately, my phone, and therefore the apparition picture, was destroyed. However, below are pictures of the house!
