A terrible ghost story happened to us in a new house, which I will tell you about. My husband and I dreamed of our own home outside the city, collected money for a very long time and finally found a great option.
It was a small two-story house outside the city, far from the hustle and bustle. It was known about the former owners that they died under tragic circumstances. Everyone except his son was brutally stabbed to death. The poor boy ended up in a psychiatric hospital. The culprit could not be found.
The move took only two days, and we started settling in a new place. Our daughter Sonechka chose the back bedroom overlooking the neighboring yard. While sorting things out, Sonechka's favorite ball rolled under the bed, and there she found an old doll.
I didn't like this toy right away. Deciding not to upset my daughter, I allowed her to leave the toy, which I greatly regretted. On the very first day at school, all the students whispered behind Sonechka's back and repeated:
-That's her! the one who settled in the same damn house! Some children scoffed and shouted nasty things in the trail.
Poor Sonya came home in tears, it was impossible to recognize her. Locked in the room, the girl played with her new friend. I decided to check how my daughter was feeling and saw that her eyes had turned from brown to black. Fear and terror gripped me.
The doll was sitting in her daughter's arms and smiling. This made me uneasy. In the morning I learned that ten people from Sonechka's class had died under mysterious circumstances. At that moment, I did not want to believe that my daughter could be involved in this.
In secret from my family, I ran to the priest to help me. Only when he saw me, he said that it was too late to do something and refused to go with me.
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Our tortured bodies will be found in a week, the killer will never be found, the house will be put up for sale again, and another family will hear what a terrible ghost story is associated with this place. So no one will know that evil lives here, taking human lives.