![]() ![]() The Legend of Cuba Road Twenty years ago on Cuba road, just off of Old Barrington Road, there was a boy named Michael. Down the road, the sky is barely visible through the many trees blocking out the sun. Michael is said to have lived in a now non-existant house right after The White Cemetary. ![]() ...anyways. Michael lived as an only child to his very Protestant parents in a two story house. Not only was he a social outcast, he was also very mentally ill, which is why his parents moved close to a mental hospital. His parents were evidentally embarassed with having a retarded son, so whenever they had company, they would tie him to a pole in the basement. One day, when his parents were hosting a party, a rat got a hold of his foot and he couldn't grab it because of his bound hands. All the guests heard was endless screaming from the basement, which soon enough diverted them from the house. The parents were so upset with him, and fed up with him, that one day, they packed all of theiritems, tied Michael to the pole, set the house on fire, and drove away. A regular occurance with Michael, some of the student at the local highschool would stop by at his house and say hi. But this day, when the took a stroll down to his house. All they saw was smoke, and all they heard was that horrible scream. When his body was found, it was buried in an unmarked grave in The White Cemetary. The house that is now built over the old house, has been abandoned by past owners because of strage occurances at night. The Legend of Crispy Lady Over 100 years ago, when Old Lady Doris had her house evicted, she built a makeshift wooden cabin in the South Barrington woods. When the government found out, they knocked on her door repeadetly, until they smelt the smoke. Doris was so depressed, she set her house on fire and locked herself inside as an attempted suicide. The fire didn't kill her though, it just left her horribly disfigured. The next day, she disapeared. But to this day, if you wonder around in the woods, and happen upon her house, you might just see the old, burndt lady starring back at you through the window. |