The haunting of Hardy house

The haunting of Hardy house(Tallisman) The haunting of Hardy House

We first saw the house in the summer of 94
It was a place we’d visited many times before
We’d only seen the gardens and never gone through the door
Until it came up for sale
We moved in just a few months later than that
Myself my wife, two dogs and Pixie the cat
It wasn’t long before we started to smell a rat
This is our tale

It was a Monday morning and my wife was there alone
She had just been talking to the decorators on her mobile phone
When from the cellar door sh heard an eerie moan
That filled her heart with fear
She went to the cellar door and listened just outside
Then carefully unlatched it and pushed up open wide
But she couldn’t step through the door even though she tried
Something else was here

A chill filled her body and she could see her breath make mist
The overwhelming terror continued to persist
Then she could see a figure that raised a shaking fist
Then disappeared from view
The cold chill left her but she was still filled with fear
She slammed the cellar door shut before it could reappear
And rang me in hysterics to tell me to come back here
Which I did without further ado

I approached the cellar door with a torch and a kitchen knife
Fully expecting to find a tramp or some kind of wildlife
Obviously something was in there to terrify my wife
I was soon proved wrong
I pushed the door and stepped back in case something jumped out
That something was in there, for that I had no doubt
So when the door screeched loudly, I gave a nervous shout
But nothing came along

I entered the doorway and looked down the dusty stair
I shone the torch around me so I wouldn’t be taken unaware
Though I was alone it felt like something was waiting there
Nothing I could see
Until I reached the bottom and suddenly felt the chill
I figure appeared before me and did the fear instill
But strangely I also felt there was no intention of ill will
Just a need to be

He raised a fist then pointed down to the dusty floor
He looked at me with desperation and pointed down once more
He groaned and stamped his foot as if to underscore
And then disappeared
We started digging there really early the following day
It took us many hours to clear the debri away
To find three skeletons laid out in an array
It was what we feared.

A woman and two children were what we had found
Dead maybe 30 years and laid below the ground
Still signs of wearing gags and with wrists and legs still bound
Murder was assumed
The police checked out the people in that time alive
A family had gone missing in 1965
Since then no one had ever seen them dead or alive
Until they had been exhumed

The father was suspected as his body was not there
The police found a box of photos tucked under the cellar stair
And realised he had a distinctive scar running from lip to hair
They were able to get a hit
A man of that description had died the year before
He’d spent all his time in and out of an alcohol store
People who tried to talk to him, he would just ignore
He was found hanged in his bedsit.

We think his guilt and unhappiness brought him back to me
To try and alleviate his guilt and set his victims free
Or maybe to join them again, another possibility
Who’s really knows for sure
We buried them together back in hallowed ground
We will never know the rightness of the theories we propound
We just hope for redemption from under a burial mound
And for some kind of closure

And Hardy house returned to the home it’s meant to be
A happy house meant for children and a loving family
And sometimes if a face in a window seems to smile at me
I’ll smile through
For every generation leaves it’s mark in this space
In time mine will also appear in its place
And if a future inhabitant should gaze upon my face
I want them to smile too.