Synopsis

The old house stood on a hill, overlooking the town. It had been empty for years, and people said it was haunted. But I didn't believe in ghosts. I was a writer, and I needed a place to work. So I bought the house, and I moved in. At first, it was quiet. I spent my days writing, and my nights reading. But soon, strange things began to happen. Doors would creak open on their own, and objects would move from one place to another. I would hear whispers in the hallways, and feel cold spots in the