It didn’t move, didn’t make a sound, and just stood there, watching me. My heart was racing, and I felt so frozen, too scared even to scream or move. For what felt like hours, the figure stood there motionless before slowly fading into the darkness. The following morning, I woke up determined to get to the bottom of what was happening. Hours and hours of searching for some logical explanation for the occurrences, through researching the house’s history.

What I found only sent chills down my spine. Decades went by, and the house changed hands several times. No family had ever possessed it with the sad memory of losing one of its young. A kid died in one of the bedrooms upstairs under unknown, inexplicable circumstances. To date, there were stories of strange happenings, and many people believed that the child’s spirit continued to roam the halls seeking peace.