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Folklore of the Mind is just a name I chose, basically because I want people to use creative stories from their own minds. This isn't entirely dedicated to folklore as the name suggests, there will be all kinds of post's on my blog including folklore, urban legends, horror stories both short and long, myth's, creepy poems, flash fiction and creepypasta's.

Wednesday 11 October 2017

Mudhouse Mansion (Explicit)

In Fairview County, Ohio just east of the city of Lancaster stood a brick mansion that was named Mudhouse Mansion. It was built in the late 1800's and throughout the years on owners in and out of abandonment many times until finally in 2015 just two years ago it was sadly demolished by the then current owner Jeanne Mast who was tormented for years by people vandalising the property or else others coming in search for some old ghost story that they were told by some so called "Historian".

After the civil war there lived a man who kept a secret in his basement, but this secret turned out to be what killed him. Ohio was never a slave owning state but this man who was a middle aged racist managed to keep a slave locked away down in the basement for his own personal use. The slave who he kept was only in his late teens, he had brought him here on the promise of freedom but once he got here he was tied and beaten, he now serves his "Owner" out of fear. His daily chores would include doing the housework, preparing meals and keeping the landscape in good condition. His hands and feet would be bound while he did the chores and failure to comply would result with the endless lashings of a whip by his master as he followed him everywhere he went laughing and truly enjoying the punishment he was inflicting.

Some eighteen months later the master as he liked to be known as returned home from a game of cards over at his friends house, one of those gatherings where they all sat so arrogantly stroking their mustache while chuckling loudly at how great they all were. He walked down to the basement, slowly sauntering down step by step whistling away while thinking of tonight's beaten of choice for "the piece of shit muck" that was down there, that was the name he christened his slave. As he planted his feet at the basement floor he could see the empty shackles he had kept the slave in just dangling from the wall, the cold cluck of the metal objects rang around in his head as his face grew with bewilderment and fear.

The basement light was suddenly turned off, the master stood there in the dark, his legs shaking and the anticipation was building as to when something was gonna happen. He started to hear whispers coming from his right ear then his left ear almost immediately after , the master turned quickly asking "Who's there? Is that you boy" more whispers ensued, the basement door could be heard locking shut, there was no escape.

He was hit over the head and knocked to the floor, while he was drowsy he was being tied up, the hunter had become the hunted. On came the lights and standing in front of him was his so called slave dresses in his masters finest suit, how daring and insulting thought the barely conscious master
"My name is Terrell, Terrell Regis not shit muck not slave but Terrell" the once terrified slave had shouted repeatedly at his former "master" before going into a rage and repeatedly punching and kicking him until he lay there gargling blood chained to the wall. "I'm sorry, please, please" spurted out the man but this only fueled Terrell more as all the flashbacks of when he was pleading with the man came to mind but he would just get smirked at and thrown some racial slurs his way.

Terrell went and got a rusty pliers, knelt down in front of what now would be considered his slave and one by one snipped off each of the mans fingers, the screaming cries of pain were matched by the screaming cries of the pure release of anger by Terrell. His anger and PTSD totally took him over as he worked down to his feet and snipping off each toe before going up to his mouth and taking tooth after tooth as the man lay there bleeding from everywhere in his body passed out, on the verge of death.

There was one more surprise for the "Racist old prick" as Terrell called him and that was in the form of a beheading. He went and got a large carving knife and started slowly doing as the knife suggested, carving his way through the mans neck as though it was the thanksgiving turkey. He kept going until the head was able to be pulled right off and pull it off he did, what remained of his body was chopped up and fed to the large meat grinder out the back. Terrell packed his bags filled with his former masters clothes, filled his pockets with his money,relieved himself all over his king sized bed and then left the house for good but just before he left he placed his masters head on a pike in the front yard and on it he wrote the words "FREEDOM"



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