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My family moved to this old house a long time ago. We all loved this place.

My husband often stay at the balcony after works to relax, the air was very refreshing after 8 p.m. My son really liked the garden, he would stay there for a whole afternoon and my daughter would always play in the corridor, she found it interesting.

I, personally, loved the house itself. It didn’t have the lonely feeling to it, maybe because we would always have uninvited visitors once a month.

Those visitors, they were quite weird, or in another word, quite rude. They would come in like there was no one in the house, touched and dirty our furniture, walked pass us like we weren’t even there.

Luckily those horrible visits ended a few months ago. But in our house appeared to be more than just us.

At day time though, we would rarely see them, those weird people. All until the night falls, one by one, they started to appear.

You would see the children first, running around the house, their laugh echoed.

Then the men who would often sit in the living room, on the rocking chair with a pipe in his mouth, slowly rocking back and forth.

At late night, the woman could be seen. Sat on my make-up desk, brushing her silky black hair while looking at her own reflection. She seemed to freeze when I tried to touch her shoulder.

I tried to communicate with them, telling them that they shouldn’t be here in the politest way possible, even tried to touch one of them, but I would fail everytime.

I didn’t know who they were nor what they want.

Until one day...


My family moved to this old house not so long ago. We all loved this place.


My husbands often sat on the rocking chair in the living room after he came back from work to relax. My son liked the garden, I would often caught him talking to someone though when I came in to check, he would stay silent. My daughter usually stood in the corridor, because to her there is ‘someone watching her’.

I, personally, loved the house itself. It didn’t have the lonely feeling to it, maybe because we would always had uninvited visitors once the night came.

It happened after we had moved in for a few days. At day time though, we would rarely see them. All until the night falls, one by one, they started to appear.

You would see the children first. The boy always stuck to my son, he didn’t look so happy. You couldn’t see the girl clearly until all lights had been turned off, she often sat on the highest rafter, swinging her legs.

Then the man who would stand outside the balcony at exact 9 p.m with a pipe in his hand, looking in to the distance.

At late night, the woman could be seen. Standing behind me while I was brushing my hair and just look. Sometimes she would come closer and put her ice-cold hand on my shoulder.

I didn’t know who they were nor what they want, until one day.


It was a quite late night. My husbands had taken our children to their grandparent’s house for a visit, there was only me at home.

Like usual, I sat on the make-up table, brushing my hair before sleep. I was expecting the woman to come again but today, she didn’t show up. Maybe she is gone?

Everything was done, I came and sat on the bed. Somehow the missing of the woman earlier, it bothered me and created an uneasy feeling. Something bad is going to happen.

But I ignored it and laid down, tried to sleep through it and soon fell in deep sleep.


I woke up in the middle of the night by a small sounds of creaking. In the slumber mess, I saw, the blur shadow of who-knows-what quickly seeped through the door’s gap.

I immediately sat up, heart beating fast. What is it?

I looked at the door, scared. A small ‘thud’ to the right, I turned, a small ‘clank’ at the left, I turned. Inhale, exhale rapidly.

Something moved under my bed. Slowly, I crouched down.

Nothing.

Maybe I am imagining things again.- I cried to myself, frighten tears started running down.

And I felt it, her cold hand on my shoulder. Terrified, I slowly turned around.


She was there next to me, black hair fell on her shoulder, covered her melting, pale face with the sickest smile formed by blood draping lips.


She screeched out the most horrific sound as I screamed and fainted with the last thing I saw was her deep dark bottomless throat.


Okay, I had to tell you this, I had been prepared for today. Maybe they couldn’t see me the other days for some reason so they didn’t notice. That's why I decided to do something different, I putted on some make-up today.

With the help of my children, I successfully made my face see-able though it was not one of the most eye-fitting look. But it was my children, so I loved it either way. Hope they will too.

It took lots of time so I couldn't show up until about midnight. Yes, it was rude but what could I do?

I saw the woman sleeping figure in the white sheets, already in deep sleep so I tried to come in as quite as possible but being the old, clumsy lady I am, I knocked down everything in my way in, created a series of noises and of course, woke her up.

Knowing that my perfect, polite intro had been destroyed, I gave up and just sat on the bed behind her back.

I touched her shoulder lightly to caught her attention and as she turned around, I gave her the warmest smile I had.

And just as I opened my mouth to greet her, that woman screech in my face and scared the living hell out of me. So I screamed back at her.

Let's just say the visit didn't end well.

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