�The Masked Spirit"
It was a cold chilly night in the middle of December; with the winds about 20 miles per hour and the streets of Pocatello, Idaho were so quite, that you could here a mouse squeak from two to three miles away. There was not a cloud in the sky. Except there was always one cloud hanging over this one house on the corner of McKinley Avenue. The house belonged to a 73 year old guy by the name of Sasker Pid Mit.
It was said that on only a really cold night that he would walk up out of his Lay-z Boy chair then pull out a picture of his wife. She was about 69. But last year she died in a terrible accident. She was walking home and two kids, Bobby and Joe, were playing catch with a baseball and Joe missed a throw and it rolled out into the street. Mrs. Pid Mit was walking home after she got done at the pharmacy. Plus to be so kind, Mrs. Pid Mit walked out into the street with her cane and bent over to pick up the ball. The two kids were yelling at the top of there lungs. But she has a hard time hearing. She then heard a loud Semi-truck horn. It clicked into her mind that they were saying something like get out of the road. She started walking but she was too slow. She turned face front into the Semi-truck and it smashed her. Shattered her pelvis and crushed both of her knee caps. Her head hit the road hard. So hard it shattered her head and then split a piece of her brain open. Her rib cage demolished and a piece of the rib stabbed right through her left lung. A vain attached to her heart was squirting out with blood and landed on her right arm and covered it with blood completely. Her nose was broken and her false teeth were knocked out landed in the gutter and washed down to the sewer.
As you can tell she is dead already and there was nothing anyone could do about it. They gave her funeral a couple weeks after and so many people showed up for it. People like neighbors, friends, family, and a bunch of people that knew her were all there. But one person wasn�t there. That one person was of the people that were suspected to be there. The one that knew her well. The one that was always there for her. The one that was called her husband.
No one knew where he was. They waited a while longer to see if he would show up late. But no, he wasn�t going to show up late. He wasn�t going to show up at all. He committed suicide by taking out his great grand-fathers pistol aimed to his head, but then he put it down. He took out a piece of paper and a pencil then started writing. He wrote:
To anyone who reads this note, I left a great fortune behind. $999,999,999.
No one knew about this. Not even my wife. My grandfather gave it to me because he wrote it in his will. Now I have no use for it. So I�ll give it to you. But you�ll have to find it first. I left clues around the house to help you out. I am only going to give you the first one. Look for a painting with a pointing finger. Follow the direction of the finger and you�ll see your next clue. Good Luck. You�ll need it
-Sasker Pid Mit
Then he folded the note and placed it in an envelope and placed it in his dresser.
Then he picked the pistol back up, placed it to his head, pulled the trigger slowly then he pulled it all the way. He killed him self. He lied there on the floor for 5 days straight, dead and decaying. Then the police found him with bugs climbing all over his face and eating his body. The police carried his body out in a big black bag. Then there was another funeral a week later. More people showed up for this one than they did for Mrs. Pid Mit.
Every time people walk by the old house they will look up at the window and se an outline of a shadowy figure beyond it. Sometimes the lights in the house will go on and off at the same time. Some people said they would hear a gunshot sometimes at night over at the old house but nothing over there. The doors would open and shut and the windows would open then slam down so hard the window would break. But hold on it gets weirder. After people would see and hear the windows opening and shutting and the window glass shattering, the next morning the windows would be back to normal. They wouldn�t have a scratch no nothing. No one put new windows on or anything. Sometimes when people walk by the house they would look right and Sasker Pid Mit�s face would be right up to yours. Eye witness Phil Censer, a neighbor of the house, said he was walking home one night and he turned to look at the house and he saw Sasker Pid Mit�s face right up to his. But he also said that you couldn�t see his eyes like Pid Mit had a mask on.
Everyone heard that story. Then everyone decided to call him The Masked Spirit.