Woman’s Suspiciously Cheap House Purchase Unveils a Chilling Neighborhood Secret
Woman Buys Old House for Suspiciously Low Price Then Notices Neighbors Fearing Her — Story of the Day
When Keisha moves into her new home, hoping for a fresh beginning, she quickly finds herself in the midst of a nightmare. Despite being a skeptic when it comes to the supernatural, the single mother is forced to confront the unsettling events she witnesses each night, making her question everything she once believed.
Keisha was still in disbelief at her fortunate fortune. She looked up at the exquisite gingerbread trim on the steep gables and wraparound porch of her just purchased home. Although it needed some work and had a lot of trash from the previous owners, it was sound and entirely hers.
As Keisha glanced back to check on the movers, she noticed her neighbors standing watch near the low hedge that separated their properties. With a friendly wave and a bright smile, she called out, “Good morning!” But her optimism quickly faded as the young couple hastily got into their car and sped away, not even glancing in her direction.
Keisha grumbled, “I guess the locals aren’t too friendly.”
Subsequently, as Keisha and her children entered the neighborhood coffee shop, odd looks and whispers became more intense. Keisha was beginning to feel nervous about it. She cast a quick glance at the diners, but when she tried to look them in the eye, they all turned away.
Instead, Keisha studied the vintage photographs of local landmarks that decorated the walls. She couldn’t help but smile as she glanced over at Ava and Carter, who were sitting at the table making silly faces at her. “Hello!” The barista greeted her with a warm smile. “You must be the new folks in town. I’m Sam—nice to meet you.”
“So there are some friendly people in this town.” Keisha smiled back at him and placed an order for funnel cakes for the kids and herself. “I was beginning to think everyone here hated newcomers or something.”
“It’s not like that at all.” Sam looked around before he leaned over the counter, his expression serious. “You live in that old, blue Victorian house on Park, don’t you?”
Yes, Keisha answered. “What about it?”
“That house is haunted,” Sam muttered.
“Haunted?” The barista nodded sternly, but Keisha nearly burst out laughing.
“And not simply any old haunted. The former owner of the property, an elderly man named Jefferson, was a psychic. It is reported that he established a spiritual nexus in the house where he used to conduct all of these seances. Since his death, no one has been allowed to reside in that house,” Sam went on.
“Seriously?” she questioned, shocked.
It’s doomed. Debt forced Jefferson’s granddaughter to sell the property, and since then, residents have told of weird voices calling to them, items moving around, and flashing lights. Some even lost their minds.”
“So what, people think I’m going to go mad next?” Keisha enquired.
“No,” answered an old woman with a rough scar across her chin. “We are aware that upon entering that house, you were cursed. Now exit. We would prefer that you not bring evil into our store.”
“Mom, stop it.” The barista turned to face the woman with a grimace.
“Quiet, you!” The woman sent a pointed look at the barista. “Stop conversing with her. It’s best to remove her as soon as possible.”
Outraged, Keisha cried, “You can’t deny me service because of some old ghost story.”
“Go!” With a finger gesture, the woman spoke. “Get out of my shop and don’t come back.”
Keisha was not a believer in ghosts, curses, or other silly supernatural beliefs. But the sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway at midnight woke her up. She grabbed the baseball bat next to her bed and walked out of her room, noticing the strange shadows on the floor created by the flickering lights in the hallway. The hallway was deserted. But a voice echoed, sending shivers down her spine.
She lifted her baseball bat and whirled around to confront her bedroom’s darkness. There was nobody present. However, she hurried to check on her children, who shared a room on the first floor, when she heard activity downstairs.
“Mom, did you also hear those sounds?” Carter moaned.
“I told you, Carter, it’s just because the house is old, right, Mom?” Ava responded, but there was genuine terror in her eyes. They all jumped and screamed when the bedroom door crashed against the wall. Keisha bolted from the children’s room.
Rather than witnessing a trespasser, she found smoke rising through the ground and encircling her feet. The air grew chilly and there was a murmured chant in an unfamiliar language. Suddenly footsteps could be heard at the end of the hallway. When the lights started flickering, the single mother lost patience with them.
She took the children and carried them outdoors, giving them firm hugs on the porch while she made a police call. However, they were of little use because there were no indications of a break-in.
After a while the officer cautioned her, saying, “I know this house is haunted, but the police will not entertain any more false alarm calls to this address.” “You could be fined or arrested for wasting a cop’s time.”
After the police departed, Keisha’s kids were scared, but when they inquired about if the house was haunted, she angrily said, “Ghosts aren’t real.”
The following day, Keisha focused on packing up their belongings. Whether or not the house was haunted, she knew it wasn’t safe for her children. After some time, she suddenly remembered that some of her kids’ clothes were still in the basement laundry, prompting her to quickly head downstairs.
In a corner rested a black leather glove. The fact that it was excessively large indicated that someone, not a spirit, had visited her home. Keisha took out the flashlight on her phone and started going over the whole basement. Her instincts were warning her that something wasn’t quite right.
Her gaze, however, fell to the floor and she saw a strange pattern of dirt that led to the wood panel on the wall. It was curled as though someone had opened a door to cause a mess on the floor. She gripped at the wood paneling’s edges, her eyes flaming.
Her fingers made contact with the wood paneling, which gave way to a secret passageway despite its hardness. Keisha’s love of detective fiction and her experience with enough scary movies taught her that her house wasn’t haunted. Somebody wanted her to believe that.
Keisha headed straight to the library, forgetting to pack. Following her conversation with the librarian, she dug through ancient newspaper records and discovered that the Barlow family owned the house until Anna’s daughter sold it.
The librarian claimed that Anna passed away following the transaction, sparking the tales of a curse. The family’s medium, Mr. Barlow, was the subject of multiple newspaper articles.
Keisha read aloud, “Local psychic medium dies in his sleep.” “Instead of an inheritance, he left his daughter a riddle leading to a hidden treasure.”
As Keisha read, the story grew increasingly bizarre. The writer claims that once his mother passed away, Mr. Barlow received enormous fortune, took an early retirement, and worked as a medium for the remainder of his life. When it came to the puzzle, Anna would not talk about it.
Keisha mumbled, “Guess she never found that treasure,” pointing out a photo of Mr. Barlow. He wasn’t by himself. He was with two girls, but Keisha remembered something else.
Keisha went back home and looked around till an idea came to her. She then proceeded to the coffee shop and greeted Sam with a cheery smile.
He said, “You look chipper.”
“I’ve had a great day!” “I found a treasure in that old house,” she whispered, leaning across the counter. It will prepare me for life.”
“Really?” Sam stared at her in shock. “Wow, congratulations.”
Keisha sat in the dark that evening. Holding out. All around her the night was as chilly as a tomb. An eternity of waiting passed as the sound of soft boots on dirt reverberated in the distance. A figure was emerging from the hidden passageway.
The secret door behind the wood paneling creaked open on its hinges. A ray of light crept down the floor and wall, inching its way into Keisha’s waiting area. The light went out just as it was about to show her, leaving her and the visitor in the silent darkness.
Keisha screamed out, “Now,” disturbing the silence.
Police cars surrounded the basement, bright lighting shining on her signal from every angle. As the police held out their arms and ordered the intruder to stay still, the trespasser let out a startled cry.
“I knew it!” Gloating, Keisha gestured to the barista. “With all the times you must’ve been through this house searching for treasure, it’s amazing that you never removed the old photos and documents.”
Sam merely gave her a sneer, but Keisha took the documents and the picture, saying they were sufficient proof to lock Sam up.
“I have not acted improperly. My pampered cousin Julia had no right to sell the house; my family is just as entitled to it and the treasure as Aunt Anna was! My mother had to work hard for everything she had, whereas those people enjoyed comfortable lives off of Grandpa Johnson’s coattails.”
“Sam, I’m afraid these documents paint a different picture. Keisha said, waving the documents in her hands, “These letters say your mother was jealous of her stepsister.”
Sam gave a harsh laugh. “My mother was Johnson’s stepdaughter, but he always preferred his daughter. And as a result, Anna always believed she was superior to Mom. Julia and Anna received just what they were due.”
“I believe that’s all we require, ma’am,” the policeman said, nodding in her direction. “Your trick worked, and now I want you to show me the special effects you mentioned.”
“Trick?” Sam struggled in his handcuffs.
“These are empty,” was her response. However, I needed you to believe that I had something to entice you to come speak with me. It’s time to tell your grandfather the truth about his psychic skills now.
Keisha walked through the entire house, pointing out the wires, traps, and unique lights and smoke machines that the medium had employed to create the eerie atmosphere over the years for his readings.
Even the police were taken aback.
One officer sneered, “So much for the mystical powers of the famous medium.” He motioned for Sam to go to the stairs. “Now we just need to pick up your mother.”
“Wait!” Sam bit his lip and sent Keisha a scowl. “How did you know it was me?”
She displayed the photo she had shot at the library on her phone. “I noticed when I initially visited your coffee shop that the identical picture was hanging there. Even though she doesn’t have the scar in this photo, your mother still looks the same.”
Sam was taken by the police, who then detained his mother. However, Keisha ignored them. She said, laughing, “This place is going to be awesome for hosting Halloween parties,” and she tapped a button to let out smoke.
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