Little is know about the House of Seven Secrets in the town of Stockton. I heard about this “House” from a co-worker about five years ago when I first started my collection of local stories. It was a strange story based solely in urban legend. The story goes that off the beaten path sits a house that contains seven very deadly secrets. It is not the secrets that one needs to worry about though since it is told that if you discover all seven that are in the house you would die. When I first heard this I knew that there was something strange, something of an urban legend about the whole story.
I never really heard a solid story of why the legend sprung up around the house but some of the secrets I did learn from people who had heard them from someone else. It was said that there was something in the bathroom mirror if you looked into it at the right time of day under the right conditions your reflection would not be seen. The table was sometimes set for four and even the fireplace would ignite when you exited the house. There was some hidden secret in the attic, a strange sound in the basement, numerous other things of conjecture. From an older co-worker about twenty years my senior I learned that even back in her day the story persisted. She had heard that long ago far back in the woods of the property that the house stood on that there was supposedly a coven of witches that presided. Thus the land was cursed because of black magic.
In my investigations I located the house with the help of someone who had been there previously. Inside I found bloody handprints on the wall, and scrawled in what looked like more blood were the words “Leave Us Alone.” By themselves there was nothing about these omens that made my think there was something supernatural afoot. The property sat back from the road and was surrounded by a heavily wooded area. Any of the stories could have been true. However, both times I went into the house I found no secrets. Perhaps it was because I had not entered when the conditions were right. Later I had gone back to find that the house had been burned to the ground. Usually when a structure meets its end through fire there is something left, some timber, some sort of sign that once a house rested on that very spot. Instead what was left was a clean spot where the house once stood. No debris of any sort was around and the only sign that there was ever anything there was that no grass grew where once a house dwelt.