When my uncle passed away, I was surprised to learn he had left me the old family house in the outskirts of town. Everyone in my family warned me. They said no one could stay there more than a night without feeling watched, hearing strange noises, or waking up to things moving on their own.
I laughed it off, thinking it was just superstition. A house is a house, after all, isn’t it? The first night I stayed there, I realized how wrong I had been. Footsteps echoed in empty hallways. Doors opened by themselves. Cold drafts swept through rooms that had no windows open.…CONTINUE READING