The nerve-racking story of Mad doctor David Ives and Isabella

scary story of mad doctor

Speculations swarmed the neighborhood about the wild-eyed gentlemen. Some folks stated that he was a magician who gathered the powers of darkness to wreck havoc upon his neighbors. Others called him a mad physician who magically brought back life to nasty disgusting corpses from the local cemetery. No decent citizen in town had anything to do with the Mad Dr. Ives.

The story of Isabella and Dr. Ives

As luck would have it, a neighbor moved out, but a year later a family moved to town with a lovely young daughter names Isabella, who captured Dr. Ives’s eye. But, the lovely Isabella had her eye set on a young Michael Evans from down the street. She refused the affections bestowed upon her by the Mad Dr. Ives and made quite of show of her love for Michael.

Isabella and Michael eloped a few weeks after meeting, leaving behind a stunned, bewildered and angry Dr. David Ives.

When Isabella and Michael returned from the elopement, they threw a ball and invited everyone in town. While Isabella was waltzing with her papa, she heard a loud clap of thunder. Lightning flashed again and again and the thunder boomed and rumbled shaking the very foundation of the house.

With the next flash of lightning, the double doors of the upstairs ballroom blew open accompanied by an icy breeze that swirled about filling the room with a foul smell of decay and death.

The Ultimate Revenge

The Mad Dr. David Ives. stood in the doorway, eyes gleaming red with anger. He was followed by the grotesque figures of the dead, who came marching two by two into the room. Their eye sockets glowed with blue fire as they surrounded the room.

Two of the corpses captured Michael and threw him down at the feet of Mad Dr. Ives. Without hesitation Dr. Ives drew a silver-bladed knife and expertly cut the bridegroom’s throat from ear to ear.

Isabella screamed and pushed through the foul smelling corpses and flung herself upon her dying husband.

“Kill us both,” she screamed frantically at the Mad Dr. Ives.

Mad Dr. Ives pulled the lovely Isabella from the pool of blood surrounding her dead spouse and swiftly carried her out into the thundering night. Behind him, the military of the dead turned from the ghastly scene and followed their master. The sounds of thunder and the flashes of lightning followed the alchemist and his dead friends into the night.

Once Isabella’s father recovered from the shock of Dr. Ives invasion upon the party, he went out in the night to rescue his daughter. He was accompanied by Mr. Evans, Michael’s father. They went directly to Dr. Ives’s house. They searched from basement to attic and every room in between. The old mansion was entirely empty except for a strange series of lights that hovered near the ceiling of each room.

Where was Isabella?

Mad Dr. David Ives had vanished with young Isabella.

Search parties scoured the countryside for days with no results.

Meanwhile Michael Evens was buried in the local church yard cemetery.

No one gossiped about the events of the celebratory ball that turned to disaster.

A year to the day after the ball, Isabella returned home looking gaunt and exhausted. She couldn’t speak, but when she brought out a silver-bladed knife coated in blood, her father knew by the satisfied gleam in her eyes that  the blood belonged to the Mad Dr. David Ives.

That night, Isabella passed away in her sleep with a tranquil smile upon her face.

She was buried beside her husband in the church cemetery.

The old abandoned mansion of Mad Dr. David Ives remains empty . . . at least no one living is inside . . . but there are rumors of ghosts and a parade of corpses visiting the place late at night.

The neighborhood is calm and peaceful within the shadow of the looming, glooming Ives mansion. It’s only when there’s a thunder storm that memories are brought to mind of that frightful night.

Isabella’s parents moved shortly after her funeral. They were constantly reminded of the events that happened in their very own ballroom. Late at night their sleep would be disturbed by the waltz music that Michael and Isabelle danced to that fateful night. Instead of bringing calm contentment on the grieving parents, it brought sadness and fear into their hearts.

A new family is moving into Isabella’s old home . . .

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