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Gore orphanage is one of our local ones. I lived right off it so if someone would drive me home when I was younger they would get scared and roll up their windows. Funny to me lol. Story goes there was an orphanage that burned and the kids will knock on your car window. The place is creepy as can be. Weird stuff does happen there. Google gore orphanage for pics. I have gone canoeing and turned up the creek there and found so many dead raccoons and fish and it was the creepiest thing I have ever seen. The real story is the family that built the place had all their children die of cholera I think and the wife went on like they were alive forever. I think that's creepier than an orphanage burning down
I live in Rotterdam, a town that was bombarded during WWII. There have been so many sightings of ghosts from WWII walking around, even at shopping districts. But the scariest thing that happened really close to my old home was the story of ''het Maasmeisje''.The story of het Maasmeisje is terrifying because I was there when a few things happened. It's a story about a girl that was 12 years old and got killed by her own father somewhere in 2006. He cut her up in multiple pieces and threw most of it into the Nieuwe Maas, a river in Rotterdam. But he also threw bits and pieces into a garbage container, that container was located next to my elementary school. He probably choose that particular one because their house was located really closely to my school as well, as in it was in the same street. I remember that it was really hot outside and we got sent home earlier than usual. That was because the police found pieces of her body in that container. The smell was terrible, her flesh had been rotting in the hot sun and it was so intense that you couldn't help but (almost) puke. There was a silent march to honor her and I remember vividly how her mother was crying and screaming at the nightsky for her daughter. After a while there was this cold chill and it felt like the little girl told us ''Hey, it's okay, I'm going to a good place now''. Everyone got quiet and just left after a while.Their house has been empty for years, no one lives there anymore. People avoid walking closely to it, as it has this cold, scary vibe to it. Last year there was a family that moved in there, but I believe they're out of the house already. I wonder what stories they have to tell.