story

A person finds a beautiful house for their business, but strange things start happening. They hear footsteps and see shadows, and their dog behaves strangely. They do some research and discover that the house has a history of deaths, including children and their grandfather due to tuberculosis. They decide to bring in a priest to pray for the lost souls and the hotel becomes peaceful again. Seeing that beautiful house on top of that hill caught my eye, it was beautiful, big and perfect for my new business, what really caught my eye about it is that it needed some work. Looking around the house I realized I was going to need a lot of work, a lot of money was going to go in this project. I was expecting to move people in as I finish on the rooms, realizing the only way I was going to finish this was me myself moving into a room. Night came down and as soon as the sun dropped I started working. I was into it drilling the nails into the wood, my hand was tired so I put the drill down, reached out to get it and it wasn't there. I turned and saw the light flicker in the bathroom and thought, well that's strange I haven't even been in the dressing room. I opened the door to the bathroom there, in front of me was the drill, there was no explanation to this. Assuming I was just tired, I kept on working and odd sound disrupted me, stomp stomp stomp, it sounded like heavy footsteps were approaching my room. I went rapidly to the door thinking well maybe someone walked in seeing light up here. I opened the door rapidly but there was no one there. I went back to work, left the door open this time and stomp stomp stomp, hearing the footsteps running this time I was sure there was someone with me, I was not alone. I flashed to the hall looking around cautiously, I saw no one, I was not a big believer in ghosts so I brushed it off and went to bed, I was very tired. The next day I had laundry to do and I was doing my laundry, I hear the closet door down in the basement open, out of the tip of my right eye I saw a shadow run quickly upstairs, it startled me, I jumped to tell the truth, nearly had a heart attack, I ran after whoever that was, ran up to the third floor and followed it, right into a closet, about to take the biggest risk of my life, I open the door, creak is the only thing I hear and BOOM! All the stuff just fall down, there was no one just personal belongings to maybe the past owner, there was no one there in that closet but I swear I saw someone go in. The next day I start moving forward with the renovations of the hotel I was going to open, having run finish I really start seeing improvement I was really moving forward, I had in a woman called to see the room, she came the next day and was very impressed with it, her name was Marge, what really caught her eye was the architecture of the whole place, she brought with her dog, I didn't feel telling her about the house, I didn't have a logical explanation for what was going on, I didn't feel like I should tell anyone else, one day doing laundry I noticed my dog Goopy shoot up stairs onto the third floor, I chased after him, found him in front of the door, look up, it was really cold up there, didn't answer the difference and didn't feel so well. I finished more rooms up, nothing strange had really happened for a while, there was no complaints for Marge, I figured it had probably went away, a few days passed when a woman called and she had a small son approximately 8 years old, they were looking for a place to rent, they moved in loving the apartment in its complex space, as a woman went in the room she said, it's kind of chilly in here don't you think, I hopped to move in the furniture. Michael is wrong, looking at my only son sitting on the table's chair, mom there's someone breathing on me, his eyes went very wild, he looked like if he had just seen the devil, I thought he was just tired from the trip all the way up the hill, I felt very odd everyday, never was there really a time I didn't feel eyes on me, it felt heavy, evil. Cooking dinner I noticed a man standing in my apartment, as startled as I was I asked him how he got there, he looked pale, dressed in a suit, he was old and looked sick, he ignored me and walked straight into the wall, I ran downstairs and as quickly as I could I told the manager there was a man in my room and he had gone straight to the door, I didn't have the words to explain to the woman what was going on, I didn't know myself, having this not only happen to me but one of my guests, I decided to do some research on the house, I was start flipping through the pages I saw, there was more than 100 deaths, the ones that stood out more were of two children and their grandfather which had died of tuberculosis and it just ran through my mind, I had no words. Going back to the hotel, I realised Marge was frantic, screaming, she seemed scared to death, pointing at a room window, told me she saw two kids up there and that they seemed dead, I looked and saw nothing, I talked to my guest, told them the information I found, two kids and their grandfather had lost the batter to tuberculosis, not just them, but more than 100 people, they used the house because it was out in once, thinking tuberculosis had a way of cleaning itself by fresh air, they were in disbelief, I thought the most logical thing to do was bring a prize to pray for those lost souls and to protect the hotel, giving the rest, the hotel filled up quite after that, many days passed and after the prisoners, they were not marked any longer, each day I set flowers for them as did guest after guest and I prayed they were all in peace and it worked.