What's Your Next-Door Neighbor Story?

Stranger than Fiction

Remember when you were a kid and there was a house in your neighborhood that you avoided at all cost? It was the creepy house that never had porch lights for trick or treaters. It was the dark abyss that swallowed the baseballs that were accidentally hit in its direction. In my neighborhood, it was the house where the witch lived -- and it was right next door. We KNEW that the woman who lived there was a witch. Occasionally we'd see her face peering out behind old lace curtains, but we'd run away screaming before we were captured by her -- or her evil cats, who could turn us into toads as easily as the witch could. A man lived there, too. We figured he was a prisoner, captured, tortured, and probably, a zombie. The moms in the neighborhood, young and friendly, also avoided the witch. She did have a name, that witch, and it was Hilda -- I swear. We called her Hideous Hilda, voiced with trembling , low pitched tones. One day, we realized that we hadn't seen The Man -- that was HIS name -- for a long time. We knew Hilda killed him, and she'd kill us, too, if she ever captured us. I can't remember exactly how the real story all came out, but the bottom line is that the man WAS dead, died of natural causes, but WAS STILL IN HER HOUSE! Shades of Faukner's Emily Grierson! The coroner, I guess, came to get the body, and this made Hideous Hilda even scarier -- a long black car in her driveway, 2 men coming out with a body --- she was a killing witch! Poor Hilda. My mom told me later that the man was her husband, and he had been dead for a few weeks before anyone found out. A dead man! Living right next door! Hilda's house became scarier than ever. She "left" soon after, I think, and was sent to the local mental hospital. Her house was eventually torn down, replaced by a standard, middle class, four bedroom colonial. But every time I have to drive down that street, I see Hideous Hilda peeking out a window, broomstick in hand, black cat at her side, cackling madly. I'm still traumatized!

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squiggles says,

I think every neighborhood has a hidious hilda house in it.....mine just didnt include a dead man.

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