Trigger Warning/Content Warning:
These events coincide with recent events, that were traumatic for many. While I wish to respect the privacy of the people involved in these stories, I also wish to share my findings. So, in order to balance both, I will avoid using any key names or descriptions to identify people to the outside reader. However, anyone who is aware of what happened will probably be able to identify what this is about. Please, should you choose to read this, continue with your own personal discretion.

This was Back in 2014, I was just getting started into the paranormal investigation scene. While I had experienced many paranormal events since I was young, it was only then did I pick up the tools to look more into these events. My First few Investigations were local to my hometown, Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. This was my Third Investigation.
Around the time, there was a mass murder at a home nearby where my friends and I lived. Two brothers had killed nearly their entire house hold family. They were arrested, upon further investigation from the police, they were found out to have plans to kill even more people, with targets in all 50 states. The friends I was rolling around town with at the time wanted to go see the house. I brought my investigation gear with me. As the car entered the neighborhood, people in the car were pointing to every house, claiming that it was the house, every time it was not. Our driver, who knew where the house was, was taking us there. I stayed quiet, I wanted to get a feel for the situation. I could feel the energy get heavier as we got closer. Everyone’s energy got more ecstatic pointing and claiming frantically, still not the house. We were pulling up to the street, the energy was so dense I found it hard to breathe. Everyone, still pointing at every house, still incorrect. I look at this one house, it was a barn conversion. When I saw it, my heart dropped to my stomach. I point to it.
“This is the house, isn’t it?”
“Yes” the driver finally says.
Everyone starts freaking out.
beyond their clamor I hear something, someone else’s voice
“Help me,
Help me,
Help me,”
the disembodied voice was then followed by a huge sense of betrayal.

I brought this up to the rest of the car.
“So there’s a story about that…” the driver mentions.

He proceeds to tell me what he’s heard of the events that transpired.
his story goes as this:

The two brothers were carrying out their plot, but the family had locked themselves safely inside the master bedroom. One of the brothers started banging on the door.
“Help me, Help me, Help me, He’s going to get me!”
They opened the door to let him in.
and the two brothers continued their plot.

After that, the car is in an uproar, I was kind of baffled at being able to sense that. for a moment, I sat quietly with that. Curious as to what more I could sense, I try to peer further into the energy of this house. The next part was so horrifying that I dared not mention it in such a rowdy car. I saw the energy of the house, underneath it a portal had been opened, due to the stuff that had happened there, when I looked more into the portal I saw flames, when I looked even more I saw when it was placed upon the house, which seemed to be well long before the family had even moved in. But the recent events had triggered the opening. Needless to say, I was frightened and we promptly left after that. We hardly spent 5 minutes there, and without even pulling out my gear, I had gotten many insights into what was going on there. At this point, it felt wrong to stay any longer. We go home, and go about our lives. Two weeks later, I get word that the house had burned down. No one in town could explain why. The fire fighters even launched an investigation to find any foul play, or electrical issue, nothing was found.
This astonished me, how could they not find anything?
Then I remembered the portal.
While there was no more field work to be done at the places in which the events had transpired, I felt a cold chill roll down my spine that let me know, the investigation had just begun.