House with a Curse

How she wished her husband wouldn’t insist on it but he did. Neil was a real estate agent who was always up for a challenge. When he heard that the dreaded house with a curse up on Oak Hill in the town of Danders had potential for a really good deal he just had to go take a look at it. The house had been sitting abandoned for over 20 years. Every Halloween children dared one another to go take a look if there were any spooks inside. Finally one brave boy wandered through the house and informed his father that it was full of furniture. There appeared to be no living relatives left and the furniture turned out to be worthwhile antiques. The house was up for grabs among the real estate agencies in the area and Neil’s got lucky. So being the great agent that he was known to be Neil took up the challenge to spend a weekend in the house to check it out and write up a great sales pitch.

It was his wife who believed the story about a curse on the house and wasn’t happy to accompany her husband. As Neil saw it he wanted her along to help with the inventory of all of the things in the house and he certainly didn’t believe in any curse. After all if that little boy could safely wander through the house and come out letting everyone know about the treasures in it there was no curse. However it had been late afternoon and still light out when the boy had gone into the house. So they packed up and headed off to Danders and that house on Oak Hill. Just to play things safe they chose to camp out upon the hill some distance from the house entering it only during the daylight hours. As soon as Neil started driving up the long driveway to the house Cindy began feeling uneasy. The house seemed to not only be looking at them it also seemed to be breathing. They set up camp and went off to arrange to get water from the nearest farmer. It was the farmer who informed them that the house had its own well to draw water from and that he sometimes kept some cows grazing on the hill so the water was available.

Returning to the house they decided to begin looking over the house that very afternoon. Now Neil had no problems but Cindy felt a definite uneasiness and kept hearing odd sounds all through the house. The following morning they decided to ask around the town what the story behind the house was and why it had a curse on it. They started in the hallway where dusty and cob-webbed family portraits lined the walls. All through these years no one had entered the house so no one even knew it wasn’t empty. While her husband examined the portraits Cindy nervously looked up at the ceiling. She was sure she heard footsteps up there. That night as they sat at campsite they looked up at the house. It seemed to be waiting for something. Sometime after midnight Cindy woke up with a start. She saw her husband wasn’t in the tent and stepped outside. He wasn’t there and then she gave a small cry. Up in one of the windows there was a bright light. Trembling with fear but eager to find her husband she cautiously approached the house. The front door creaked as she pushed it open. She stopped and listened. The house seemed to be lit up from inside. A sort of low light that glowed like from a lantern. From upstairs she heard a kind of chuckling laughter and a shuffling of feet. Her heart trembled as she grabbed onto the banister. She wanted to shout for Neil but somehow found that her voice came out only in a squeak. Before she could do anything else she heard a thump, thump, thump, coming down the stairs from the darkness up above. Something thumped and bounced on the stairs. Stepping backwards Cindy stared at the staircase in absolute terror. She only started screaming when with a last thump her husband’s head rolled up to her feet. His face puffed up and his eyes bulging in terror.