The Bleeding Skull Tree

Ok, so here goes my bleeding skull
tree story.  Many years ago, roughly 18
years, a rumbling of a haunted home near our town was causing some commotion
among the youth, mainly with whom I would run around with.  The story was vague, but somehow enticing.  The three main components of the story that
were consistent including dead animals, a murder/suicide, and a very odd shaped
tree.  The story would vary a little, but
not by much.  The legend goes that a few
years back, unknown as the exact timeline, but within my lifetime, a large,
white, two story country home was purchased by a couple in a remote part or our
county.  This was a typical rural Indiana
home that a lot of couples would seek. It was older but large with lots of
acreages, a couple barns, plenty of trees, and farm land completely surrounding
the home. The couple lived there for some time, running the farm, and just
living life.  Now this is where the story
gets kind of vague.  It was said that the
husband came home and for some unknown reason went completely berserk.  We always thought that it had to do with
infidelity between them.  Anyways, when
he went berserk he slaughtered his whole family, including his two children
with a kitchen knife.  Last minute he
decided to torch the house and then decided it was his time die.  He proceeded to get the rope from the barn,
hope in his truck and head down the road. 
At the end of his drive was a large tree.  He hooked the rope to the tree and then to
his neck.  He hopped into his truck and
floored it - completely severing his head from his body when the rope came to
an end. Now I don’t know if this is true as I have never heard of this
happening on the news, but apparently it was supposedly covered up as the home
was known for it “characteristics.”  Now
fast forward from then to when I was 14 years old and hearing this story.  I originally heard it from my older brother
and his friends, who were already driving by the time this story made an
appearance.  A few months pass, and on
some random day after school I caught wind that someone had found the
home!  Come to find out it was my brother
and his friends!  Fuck yea!  I can now see this haunted house!
.  
The following weekend I overheard
they wanted to go back to the house. 
Seeing as I never had been there, I pried my way into the vehicle and we
were on our way. We left at dawn, and it began to cloud up really quick.  The closer we got, the more fog
appeared.  Driving for what seemed like
forever, we make a left on an old country road and I hear “there it is!” I
practically jump up into the front seat to see what it is.  At first sight I see this medium sized tree
in the distance, nothing spectacular. 
But as we got closer –BOOM- a crack of lighting lite up the sky and I see
it!  The tree branches and leaves were in
the shape or a skull with a pointy chin. 
Eye and all.  You could clearly
see a drop of blood form on the chin. 
Very distinct.  “Holy Shit,” I thought.  As I was being there we just turned in the
drive, backed up, and left.  I assume
they didn’t want to get me involved with the supernatural as I was the little
brother and all.  I was so disappointed,
but I was able to get a glimpse of the house - Run down, scorched, white,
broken windows and all.  This was my
first experience with “the house.”
A few weeks later, my best friend
got his license.  We knew exactly what we
need to do.  Go to the house!  That next Saturday night, I was able to
locate the house from my memory. We get there, pull in the drive and just sit
looking at the run down, old, haunted house. Just then a white cat jumps from
the brush and takes or running.  We didn’t
know at the time but the white themed animals would be a reoccurring sight many
times. Over the next few weeks we visit the driveway of the house, too scared
to go all the way up. Each time a white cat or a solid white rabbit would
appear. During these sporadic visits we were making, we would hear more tales
of the home from my brother and his friends. 
Each time they would go they would come back with more details.  Dead animals in front of all the doors of the
house, and barn.  Window obscuring the
view with in the home, lights from upstairs. 
All kinds of freaky shit. The best one I remember was when my brother
and his friends decided to enter the home. 
They said that children’s toys were scattered all throughout the house
untouched by fire.  Even though the
outside was sporadically scorched black. 
Even one of the guys went upstairs. 
Nothing but perfect, flawless furniture. As if someone was living there.
The funny thing is that no one was able to make it upstairs.  The stairs were none existent. The guy who
went up swears he went directly up the stairs. 
It was then that we all realized that the house was able to distort
reality for whomever laid eyes upon it. 
I then thought ‘What would I experience?’
The last time we went back, we
decided that it was time to go up to the house. 
We did.  And that was one of the
most terrifying experiences of my life. 
As always the white animals were scattering as we drove up the
drive.  When we got the end of the drive,
we parked. We intended to go inside, but when we opened the doors we were hit
with a stench of death.  That smell in
very distinguished!  You know what it is
as soon as you smell it.  This was the
first warning sign.  We were able to
power through it and just step outside the vehicle.  Just then we noticed that random animals were
dead directly in front or every visible door. 
Even the barn, which was just roughly 20 feet away from the house.  Warning number two.  As we scour the landscape we notice something
moving inside.  Just a shape, not a
person, not an animal, nothing that we have ever seen.  After a few seconds, the wind picks up, and
the branches from the trees start to move in front of every window at the same
time.  Top, bottom, sides, and all.  How is that possible?  Warning number three.  We look at each other, “nope.” Fuck it. Were
out!  This was the last visit. But definitely
not the last weird shit I’ve experienced.
This was just one of many stories
of the “house” of north eastern Indiana. 
The house has since been torn down and the tree removed.  I’ve tried to obtain history of the house,
but no record exist.