This is a short horror story about a boy who sees the spirits of people who died long ago in a house near his parents' house. #stories #horror #haunted #ghosts
00:00It began with a glimpse from my bedroom window, across the valley to an abandoned house shrouded in mystery and surrounded by silent pines.
00:09Black smoke spiraled from the chimney, a sharp contrast to the knowledge that no one had lived there since the tragic plane crash years before.
00:18I remember my father's words, telling me I was only seven when the family who once lived there perished.
00:25The house, he said, had stood empty ever since.
00:30Yet sometimes, in the early evening, I would see the curtains shift and catch the pale face of an elderly woman watching me from the upper window.
00:40On some days, every window would stand open, glass glinting eerily, as if airing out secrets no one was meant to hear.
00:49At odd moments, fleeting shadows danced, children giggling and playing through dusty glass, belonging to a time long lost.
00:57Despite my curiosity, I never saw a sole step outside or a car pull up the winding road to the house.
01:06Neighbors whispered that anyone who bought the old place left within half a year, vanishing without a farewell.
01:14No one could settle there.
01:15Perhaps the house's ghosts were real, the memories of those lost clinging to the windows, waiting, watching.
01:24Even now, as the sun dips behind the hills, I find myself looking and hoping to see that face in the window.
01:31I'm haunted by a mystery that refuses to fade.
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