When I was growing up in Highlands there was a Mansion known as the bloody mansion. To get to this home you had to go past Twin Light Towers and follow the small trail from the back of the parking lot lined by the woods. After thirty minutes of navigating the trail you will find the gate house to the mansion. The property is surrounded by a twelve foot stone fence around the entire property. There were gate houses all around the property but the most common one to find was the one from the south as the one to the west went over a cliff the one to the east went into a mountain and the one to the north went to the woods and lake beyond.
The gate houses each had their own history and lore. The gate house to the south would be where invited guests were received. The gate to the west opened to the cliff where you could climb down a steep path that led to the river. This way to the mansion was treacherous an many have went to god on tis path. If you made it from the dock and up the path to the mansion you were very lucky. The gate house to the east and went right into the hill. There was a cave or you had to climb over and many claimed it was like a mountain. Then the final gate house was to the north. It led to the lake and behind the lake the forest which was reported to be haunted.
So how did I come to be at the forest? I received a letter from someone who was connected to the property that said, "I am finally ready to tell the story of the bloody mansion."
I called the phone number on the letter and spoke with Mathew the current descendent who owns the property. We made arrangements to meet at the south gate of the property and I arrive early with my recorders, camera, pen and paper in my bag, eager to learn about the mansion. Parking my car outside the gate I got out and used the intercom to buzz the house.
A voice responded with, "I will be with you in a few minutes."
Taking out my camera I started to take pictures from the gate. A few minutes later a young man looking quite ragged came through the gate and said, "Mollie I am so sorry that I took it so long to come and meet you. The house seems to know you are here and they are a bit surprised I let you come here."
"You mean the ghosts?" I asked.
He looked surprised and said, "You know the stories?"
"My Grandpa was Frank," I said. "The gate keeper back in the eighties."
"Well," He said. "Would you be shocked if his ghost showed up here?"
Chuckling I said, "He still visits at the family home so no it would not shock me. Ben are you alright? You seem like something happened before you came out here."
He sighed and rubbed his temple. Looking at me he said, "Lets walk the walls you may get some pictures for your blog and newspaper article."
We headed to the cliffs as he said, "The last death on the property was the man that replace Frank after your Grandpa left. Mark had radioed in telling me to stay in the house there was someone trying to come up the west entrance. When I did not hear from him for a while I called the police and explained the situation. They found Mark's body an hour later. The police think that Mark fell off the cliff."
"What happened today?" I asked.
"I let the spirits in the home know you were coming last night," He said. "The noise they have been creating has been short of chaos and I had to get them to agree to not hurt you."
Mollie+ Main
Ben- Homeowner
Frank- Grandpa
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