The kids stood there staring up at the big house on the outskirts of town. They had no idea if the stories that surrounded this place were true, or if the grownups just used them to keep the kids away. If they weren’t true then they should have known better, never tell a kid anything like the stories that surrounded Pine Estate unless they were true, otherwise kids would be tempted to go in there. For years they had thought about it, but they could never build up enough courage to actually go through with it. The stories were just to scary and there seemed to be no discrepancies between them when any of the grownups told them. Out of the fifty grownups in Rollins, Illinois each one told the stories exactly the same way. To the kids that seemed more than just a coincidence. So how did they find themselves standing in front of the house on Halloween night? It was all because of Frankie Andrews. His dad was the sheriff and when Frankie asked him about the house his father began to tell the story just like he had always done.
“Adam Pine was said to have been involved with black magic and he kept his wife and daughter prisoners in their home. He was said to have been communicating with the demons, using his wife Ellen, and twelve year old daughter as sexual favors for the demons that came to his call.
Now they never left the house, only on rare occasions when they needed something from town, but it was these times that you could see the beatings the girls took up there. Black eyes, swollen faces, busted lips where just some of the noticeable symptoms, but there were other symptoms, deeper ones that you could see when you looked into their eyes. Whatever they were going through up there was bad, beyond anything you could think of. One day, when they came to town, you could see red lines running down the backs under the girls shirts. It looked like something had scratched theirs backs deep and the blood was staining their shirts. Everyone saw it, but no one said anything. They were to scared. They didn’t want whatever wrath had befallen the girls to come to them. Everyone was scared of Adam Pine, and they had good reason. He was an evil man. He used his family to whatever means he could to get what he wanted. As they left, your granddaddy, Sheriff Michael Andrews saw the mother turn around and whisper help us. It was at that moment he knew he couldn’t let this kind of abuse go on.
He didn’t believe in the demonic mumbo-jumbo, he just thought that Adam was a sadistic man that needed to be stopped. Later that week he called a meeting and asked for anybody to help him put a stop to Adam Pine’s reign of terror on his family, four people volunteered. John Smith, Mark Reynolds, Upton James, and Richard Stanley. The five of them went up there on Halloween night 1946 to take Adam in, but what they found when they got there took them by surprise. The basement of the house had been converted into a shrine, there were tables with cuffs on them, shackles on the wall. Dad also said that there had been some kind of symbol carved into the floor. He didn’t know what it was but he said it was painted in red, or blood, he wasn’t to sure. When they tried to free the naked mother and daughter from the tables they were hit by some unseen force that knocked them across the room, when they got up they could see Adam laughing behind the shrine as something invisible moved on top of the girls. Whatever they were they were having their way with them. They took off out of there, the pleas of the women following them as they ran up the stairs.
“Adam Pine was said to have been involved with black magic and he kept his wife and daughter prisoners in their home. He was said to have been communicating with the demons, using his wife Ellen, and twelve year old daughter as sexual favors for the demons that came to his call.
Now they never left the house, only on rare occasions when they needed something from town, but it was these times that you could see the beatings the girls took up there. Black eyes, swollen faces, busted lips where just some of the noticeable symptoms, but there were other symptoms, deeper ones that you could see when you looked into their eyes. Whatever they were going through up there was bad, beyond anything you could think of. One day, when they came to town, you could see red lines running down the backs under the girls shirts. It looked like something had scratched theirs backs deep and the blood was staining their shirts. Everyone saw it, but no one said anything. They were to scared. They didn’t want whatever wrath had befallen the girls to come to them. Everyone was scared of Adam Pine, and they had good reason. He was an evil man. He used his family to whatever means he could to get what he wanted. As they left, your granddaddy, Sheriff Michael Andrews saw the mother turn around and whisper help us. It was at that moment he knew he couldn’t let this kind of abuse go on.
He didn’t believe in the demonic mumbo-jumbo, he just thought that Adam was a sadistic man that needed to be stopped. Later that week he called a meeting and asked for anybody to help him put a stop to Adam Pine’s reign of terror on his family, four people volunteered. John Smith, Mark Reynolds, Upton James, and Richard Stanley. The five of them went up there on Halloween night 1946 to take Adam in, but what they found when they got there took them by surprise. The basement of the house had been converted into a shrine, there were tables with cuffs on them, shackles on the wall. Dad also said that there had been some kind of symbol carved into the floor. He didn’t know what it was but he said it was painted in red, or blood, he wasn’t to sure. When they tried to free the naked mother and daughter from the tables they were hit by some unseen force that knocked them across the room, when they got up they could see Adam laughing behind the shrine as something invisible moved on top of the girls. Whatever they were they were having their way with them. They took off out of there, the pleas of the women following them as they ran up the stairs.