I was tired of renting and ready to fulfill my dream of owning a home. The house seemed perfect—charming, affordable, and full of potential. But something felt off, especially the locked basement door.
The first night, I heard strange giggles and whispers. Even the police found nothing, brushing it off as my imagination. The next day, the previous owner, Margaret, called, offering to buy the house back, her tone full of unease. Suspicious, I installed a camera.
That night, the truth came out. The footage showed Margaret planting a speaker and fog machine in the basement to scare me into selling. She was caught red-handed and arrested.
At last, the house was mine—not haunted, just hard-earned.
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