In this section, we will deal with the scariest short story of the day. My older cousin bought a house and rebuilt it. The same house was built in 1870, and no one has lived in it since the early 1990s, that is, since its owner was a doctor and he died.
The same doctor's office and pharmacy were located behind the house. There was a caretaker's house next door…. Apparently one of the doctor's sons proposed to the young caretaker girl, but the doctor objected and as a result the poor girl hung herself down the stairs of the hall.
It was customary at that time after the death of each person in the house to throw a dark cloth on all the mirrors and clocks for a while so that the spirits of the dead would not get caught in them, but apparently the doctor was unaware of the same custom. My cousin, who liked home decoration very much, did not change the model of the furniture, paintings and mirrors.
When I went to see my little brother and other cousins during Eid, a beautiful mirror in front of the stairs caught my attention. As I looked closely at the same mirror, I noticed that several fingerprints were visible on it.
I tried to remove the same stains with the sleeve of my dress, but to my surprise and disbelief, I realized that the property of the finger has been eaten by the mirror and cannot be cleaned! This was not the only strange and trivial phenomenon there. When I was sitting in the hall and we were all together,
We could clearly hear the slow music and the light footsteps of a man or a woman. Although it was not clear what was being said, it was not in any case an angry or resentful voice, I can honestly say that the same noises were very pleasant.
Every time I went to the sound, the sounds suddenly stopped. But at the top of the stairs I really felt the presence of personal misfortune, not only in one section, but in all the sections above the house. Although I love both my cousin and his new house, I only go there only once. That I have to! Honestly, I am scared of the upstairs there
I am a fearless and brave 16-year-old girl, I am never afraid to ride dangerous air trains and I sit and watch crime and horror movies with satisfaction, but I confess that I am afraid of it. My mother He still does not believe me and I think I am crazy, although he himself hears the sound of footsteps and sees the fingerprints on the same mirror!