Courtner Road in Pueblo is THE place to be on Halloween night. Everyone goes there, freaks each other out, goes home and gets drunk. Thats all there is to do in Pueblo. But, on any other night, its just a regular road, with regular houses. One morning, at around 1:00 a.m. my cousin Matt and I were goofing around after hours, thinking we were cool. We drove by the old Courtner house. It was really scary. I had been past it a few times, but I had never really looked at it. Its burnt down, and half of it is gone, but the basement is still there. Matt parked the car. He turned off all the lights and told me the story. Old man Courtner lived there with his wife and two kids. He was a member of the KKK. He would kill African Americans in his basement. One day, he went crazy and killed his dog. When his wife asked him about it... He chased her through the woods around their house. Finally he caught up with her, and shot her. He shot his son too... But the daughter, he hung her in a tree, so people driving by could see her... I could feel shivers and I told Matt to drive the car. He took off slowly. He glanced in the mirror to see cars behind us. He hit the breaks and smacked the rear view mirror. He looked at me and then kept driving. Nothing was said... It was too scary for the both of us. I glanced up in the mirror and saw the scariest face looking at me from the backseat. I turned to the backseat and it was gone. Matt kept driving. We were WAY TOO AFRAID to tell each other what we saw. We drove a little further, and we saw a little girl... Walking across the street in a light pink dress. I started to scream and Matt swerved so he wouldnt hit her. We wrecked right in front of the tree that Courtner hung his daughter in. I checked the gas gages before I passed out. They were flying from 20 to 90. Back and forth. Matt was flying around the entire car. I had my seat belt... For some reason, it unbuckled and hit me in the face. Just before I hit my head on the dash I saw Courtner. I know it was him. Standing in front of the car. Our car jolted, and I was knocked out. When I woke up, Matt was sitting motionless in the drivers seat. I asked how long I had been out. Only a few minuets he said. He got out of the car, to check the damage. We had hit and electric fence, and two barbed wire fence and a tree. The car had barely any damage. We were about to back the car out when the back end lifted up. Matt got out and went to check what we were stuck on... Nothing. We drove home. A few night later we had to prove to our friends that the Courtner stories werent just talk... They were real. Matt was in the back seat with his friends Trent and Clint, and my friend Jennifer was up front with me. I pulled the car up to the entrance to the house. I shut it off just like Matt did. Our plan was to go in the basement, but when we all got out... Matt didnt. We thought at first that he was scared, but his door wouldnt open. We pulled on the lock with pliers, and tried to pry the door open. It wouldnt budge. Finally we all decided to get back in the car. We drove a little ways down the road, and I saw Courtner in my review mirror. Jennifer saw him out of her side mirror too. He stood watching us, in the middle of the road... Behind our car. I didnt want to scare Matt. He was already shaken up. A little while later, my seat belt tightened. Now... It didnt just pull... It tightened so hard that my seat got knocked backward. I started to cry, and threw the seatbelt off of me. We couldnt believe it. We finally got back on South road. We went to take Trent, Clint and Matt home. When we got out... We saw from the outside on the back window. Matt and Courtney Courtner road Ever since that night... If anyone mentions Courtner road... Matt cant see out of his left eye and I get a bloody nose. Every time. Never again will Courtner be viewed as a party place on Halloween. It wants me and my cousin to go back... And never come home.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 13:57:36 +0000
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