No one had lived in the house for more than one week or so.Either they left,died or suicide. However the story behind them is very disturbing.A family of five lived in this particular house.After a sudden death of her most youngest son,she went crazy,so crazy.She killed her daughter and her whimpering son.After her husband got home from work he was shocked.Upstairs he heard sounds of someone weeping,with a little bit of hesitation he went upstairs. Ofcourse waiting upstairs was his beloved wife with a sharp knife right at his throat.All her husband heard was a murmur of Latin and everything went black.As soon as she killed all of them she was dazed.When she came back into her senses she was horrified.As anyone else would do,she jumped out of the window.As she fell she remembered some things.The rocking chair where she sat,the cradle and the window she jumped out of.
After this tragic incident,some years passed.Families came,they died pretty fast.Children ran into it while playing but never came out.After some time a new family came to live.They also had two kids so it was a family of five.The eldest one was eleven years old,the youngest one was about to turn ten years old.Anyway,the family repainted the house but found out that they could not move the old furniture like the cradle and the rocking chair.Both of them were sticked to the ground as if sticked by superglue.But also to make things more suspicious,both these furnitures were looking as good as new.
One night it was stone cold and the eldest son could not sleep.He was thinking of going back to the fireplace so he can stack up some wood and restore the warmth.He got up and left to the fireplace.Humming a song for himself he picked up some wood so he can stock them up at the fireplace.Not a second was gone when he heard a baby's cry.He turned around so fast that he let go all the wood in his hand.The Cradle!!.It was issuing a sound of a baby.He advanced but to find out that there was no one in there.
He hears the sounds of chains being dragged and also a chair getting dragged along with it.There was only one chair,the rocking chair.To make things weirder,the rocking chair was near the window swaying on it's own.At the same moment he felt a shudder of cold wash over him.He looked back and found that there was no one.The rocking chair began to rock.He ran towards it to stop its movement.It stopped.Silence.It began to rock back and forth again.
He ran to the bedroom feeling sick and covered his head with a pillow.He thought of these incidents and suddenly he felt the urge of giving the window one last visit just for no reason.Suspense overtook him and he ran towards the window tearing down the corridor.He looked out,nothing wrong.All was silent and cold.Suddenly he was flipped upside down right out of the window.As he fell down he saw a pale figure looking at him from the window.It was a lady and she seemed pleased.He hit the ground with unnatural force that his backbone came right out of his chest.He was dead in less than a few seconds and he never will get up.
His other members of the family gazed at his from the window above appalled about this situation.The parents dug a hole right at the place where he died and left it untouched,forgotten and abandoned.That was the biggest mistake they made.While they cleared him of their mind and moved to another house they saw an boy in a white flowing dress putting a thumbs up sign at their direction.For some reason they thought that boy looked familiar.The car lost control and the brother saw his elder brother on the windscreen screaming and also his parents screaming.Suddenly they hit a thick tree and the car exploded leaving a trace of steps that looked like a young boy's shoe and the other one,barefoot and wet with blood.