There are rumors of a house in the mountains of Virginia. Its original inhabitants were anything but normal. It’s said that you can still see them on a dark night; hear them moaning their pain into the wind.
The last residents moved in, a happy family of five, and was never heard from again. That was ten years ago. Their furnishings and accoutrements are still in exactly the same place as when they left, as if waiting for their owners to come home and dust them off for use. The house has stood empty all this time, keeping silent watch over the forest surrounding it.