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The story behind the beautiful house (Horror story)

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Who does not want to buy a beautiful house and according to the criteria? No one will refuse it, especially if it is sold at a cheap price. But this beautiful house has its own story. Stories that no home buyer wants to hear.

Lately I have been unable to concentrate on my work. The cause is only one, the noise from outside my house. Yes, indeed I live in a densely populated city with their vehicles that endlessly honk, honking, plus if it is known that I am surrounded by large factories that every day throw their waste in the air and in the trenches. Sometimes it makes me sick, which in the end makes me determined to move.

I contacted a real estate agent after seeing her ad in the local newspaper. He told me how the condition of the house, its location and the selling price. I was very interested in the house, let alone its location very far from the cities and factories. The small number of residents in a village makes me want to own the house.

A few days later, the agent and I met at a cafe near my house. We talked about the house I was going to buy. We finally made a deal that tomorrow, he would pick me up at exactly 12 p.m. The next day, the agent who kept his promise picked me up at 12 past 10 minutes. Talked a little and we went to the location of the house.

The first time I saw the house, my eyes hardly blinked at all. The house was very elegant, even nicer than the image in the ad. My interest in the house made me want to go in and see the situation inside the house. I don't know what happened, but, what is certain is, after getting into it, I feel like a martyr who just died and went to heaven.

Amazing interior design. This manicured house has a classic 19th-century design, and I'm sure it's a legacy. Because on each wall are found old signed photos on the bottom.

'may '17, 1870. May 17, 1880. May 17, 1881. May 17, 1889. May 17, 1900.' read every date the photo was made. All their clothes were the same, wearing tuxedos and accompanied by someone I seemed to know. Where not.

I turned my eyes to another place and found an old piano that still works. I played a Mozart song called Minuete with that piano. Almost half an hour I was engrossed in the piano which I almost realized there were a lot of people watching me. I stopped and looked around and I found the photo that was in the living room moving to the wall behind me. I was surprised at first. Their eyes looked at me. I got up from the piano chair and approached the pictures slowly. I looked carefully at the photo and thought that these photos there are 2 copies.

I came back with my activities. Look around this house, from the outside to the inside. I walked around the inside of the house until I got out. I see everything so beautiful. It was so neat that it made a strange question in my head.

'Why is this house so well maintained?'

I am not unhappy with the condition of the house sold cheaply and the condition is maintained. It's just that, when viewed carefully, this house is like someone comes every day to clean it. None of the furniture was covered in dust. The corners of the house are not carried by cobwebs. The yard is very clean, there is no garbage leaves falling even though the surrounding is overgrown by old trees. Who takes care of it and cleans it?

'Ah, no matter who, this house is great. It's possible that the old owner came to clean it's my inner self, while smiling to himself.

I went back out of the house to meet the agent who was waiting for me on the porch seat while sucking on his skirt*k. He smiled at me when he saw me leave the house.

'How's the house, sir?'

'This house is great! I am very lucky to find him, I replied with passion.

The agent just smiled. The smile was very strange, like there was something he was hiding behind the smile. I, who was happy, thought it was his happy smile, because the house he sold was sold in my hands. At first there was no suspicion in my mind of that smile.

I was still curious about the person who cleaned this house, made my mouth have to open and ask the agent who was writing something on his agenda.

'If you may ask, who was the owner of this house before?'

'10 Years ago, a mysterious man contacted me to sell the house. The entire sale was given to me. At first, I thought he was cheating, because my experience, the profit from the house I sold, would be given 20% to me. However, after talking for a long time, I finally believed that he was not cheating. The next story will confuse you. Better not to tell me.' Answer the agent

'I'm the prospective new owner of this house sir, you better tell me what you know. Because I could have canceled the purchase of this house because I thought there was something you were hiding.'

The agent looked at me weird. I was a little scared of that look. He then asked if I was sure I was ready to hear his story, and I said yes.

'He told me the address of this house, and I went to him. I drove about 80 miles because I didn't know this area before. I asked the fools who also did not know this place. You know how I got there? My car broke down at the crossroads where we came in. I walked up to the crossroads and it turned out that there were 2 policemen there who told me this address. Once I got here, I didn't find the owner in or anywhere in the house. What's worse is, the houses around here are uninhabited. I found out when I passed that intersection. 2 The policeman who stopped me asked me my purpose and purpose in coming to this place. They say that this place was closed more than 20 years ago because of the murder of a famous musician from Austria in this area, and his body has not been found anywhere until the entire surrounding community is urged to move to the other side of the village to make it easier for the police to handle the case. According to the story they told me, the killing of pianists and composers had happened in this place many times before. And you know what? All I found in the first house was a knife covered in dried blood and the files of this house were on the guest table. And in his letter, this house was built in the 18th century.' The answer with intonation is different.

'Then, how did you get inside?'

'The key was hanging on the door, so I opened it.' he replied

I gulped, the sign that I was confused and horrified by the story. I don't really believe in the agent, but for sure, after this, I will be accompanied by neighboring houses only, but not by neighbors.

A long time after that, I also finished my business with the agent. I got the file, he got my money. When I looked at the files in the house, I was shocked. The agent slipped a small letter saying:

'I'm glad you bought a house that I didn't sell for 10 years. I purposely bought you the furniture you saw yesterday so that you would be more sure to buy it. I hope you ignore everything that will seem strange to you after this. 'DON'T OPEN IT'.' He wrote the last words with a thicker letter.

I'm a little confused. What does 'DON'T OPEN IT' mean'? During the journey to my new home, I was haunted by a feeling of confusion and fear. On the one hand, I feel sorry to buy a house that has no residents. On the other hand, my determination to move out of my old town kept me going.

I moved out of my old house with nothing but Izajah, work certificates, other securities, my laptop and clothes. Furniture and other necessities were included in the new house.

I was like dreaming of getting a house that was sold cheaply with the location and conditions I wanted. Except neighbors.

As the day began to afternoon, I decided to take a shower and planned to find a new job that I could get around this area. Because the day before I bought this house, I resigned from my old workplace.

While I was heading to the bathroom, I saw someone passing by the window into my backyard. I was confused and afraid to immediately check out the house, but what I got was an oddity. I found a worn-out tuxedo stellan located in my backyard.

I ran into the house and tried to calm myself down. This is so confusing to me. According to the agent's story, no one lived around my house, but how could anyone pass by the window and leave the suit stelan.

I took a deep breath to calm down. After I had gotten a little better, I went to the bathroom to continue my delayed shower.

Fresh and clean feeling after finishing the bath, make me more eager to find a new job. Turn on my laptop and set up a phone internet connection. I'm looking for a job that suits me, which is to be a programmer and musician. An hour in front of the laptop makes me a little tired. Being alone in this house horrified me too. My horror forced me to take the TV remote and turn it on at a loud volume. Make the atmosphere of the house a little crowded.

I continued the job search and the results were nil. I sat on the couch for three hours and nothing matched my work experience. I saw the clock showing at 10 p.m. I turned to look at the TV. There is a good movie, but I have no interest in watching it.

Tired of being in front of the laptop made me move from the sofa and headed out of the house. When I opened the door, a cold night wind came into the house. This wind is like indicating that there will be rain soon. I, who was wearing only shorts and a sweatshirt, soon felt cold. I also closed the door.

'It's cold, ' I said slowly.

Soon my stomach started to sound. I'm so starving. I took my phone and I tried to call the food delivery service.

'Stupid me! There can't be a food delivery service in an area like this' I said, patting my forehead.

I put on my jacket and I decided to leave the house to find a stall that was still open. The jacket I'm wearing can't stand the cold of the wind tonight. I still feel cold. The longer I look for a stall, the more limp I become. This empty stomach plus the bone-chilling night wind made me feel like I was going to die. However, the taste was gone when I realized there was a coffee shop that was still open not far from me. I ran over to that quiet looking shop.

'Sir, I'm new here. Are there any food stalls still open at this time?' my many.

'Oh, you're the new guy who lives at Feder Street Address number 66?'

'yes sir, right.' I asked a little wonder

'Oh. Haha. Yes, sorry sir, no more rice stalls open at this hour. If you're hungry, here, there's still warm fried, then I'll fry.' Bargain for me.

'Oh, that's very kind. Thank you sir. Oh yeah, I also asked to pack one warm milk sir.'

'Yes, I'll prepare'

'Sir?' my question, while biting the fry that is available at the stall table.

'Yes? What's up?'

'i see there's an oddity in this area.'

'what weirdness does that mean?'

'What I heard, since 10 years ago, the houses around here are uninhabited again, sir? What's the matter exactly?'

'why is that, sir?' ask me again while giving some money

'Oh that, I also don't know why, there must be a story that this place has its own mystery story sir'

'oh, so. All right sir, I'll go home first

'Please'

I wondered in my heart. Why do people leave their homes to the other side of the village. The question had to stop because I saw a man dressed like a '70s man in the movies come into my house. I ran towards him screaming to try to stop him, but he didn't hear my screams and kept coming in.

Arriving home, I put the milk and fried food I just bought on the table. Then I took a baseball bat and I stole all parts of the house. But when I realized there was a small room beside my bedroom that I had not yet entered, I opened the door and it was dark inside. I looked for the light switch and how surprised I was to see 10 human corpses dressed like the one I saw rotting looking back at me.

I was startled and moved back quickly until my back hit the wall. I looked back, pictures of people wearing tuxedos I saw smiling at me yesterday. But they are alone in the picture.

I ran out of the house screaming and called the police. But there's no answer. I called many times, still no answer. Thinking positively at a time like this is pointless. I called Ricky, a friend I could count on since college and hoped he would answer me. And my hope is fulfilled.

'Rick, where are you?' I was relieved to hear Rick's voice from across the street

'I'm in the car, heading home, what's up?'

'Rick, can you come to my place now?' my question, while giving the address of this house and while telling the condition that I am experiencing

'Okay, I'm there, don't panic'

'Hurry Rick' and I'll shut the phone

4 Hours later, Ricky came in to drive his car. I'm so happy to see it. I then let him into the house and told him all the events I had experienced.

'You know? You should ask the seller first, why he sold his house. Ask the reason before you buy it'

'Yeah, it's free. Already been. I'll try to call his agent and tell him to come here.'

Do you know how the next thing is going to happen? Photos of the tuxedo wearer were not visible after Rick arrived. I'm trying to look around for that photo in every room and on every wall. The effort was futile.

Police arrived shortly afterwards and found no bodies anywhere. I was deemed to be deceiving and distressing to the policemen. Rick, who was with me, calmed me down and asked me again about the chronology. I told him a long story and in the middle of the story I saw the bodies standing behind Rick with a smile.

I was surprised to make Rick confused and surprised. I did not look at the corpses. Rick looked back and his reaction was like one who saw nothing. But I saw them. They smiled at me who gradually disappeared like fog.

'Aaa.. Aaa.. What is kkkk... You are tttiii.. Tttttiiiii.... dakkk melihaaattt?' manyaku.

'See what? I didn't see anything…'

I was silent like a fool. Shock and trauma approached me.

'Listen buddy. You need to adapt to your new home. Maybe you need to look around this house in its entirety, from the roof down. Or maybe we should go around this complex?' ask her while smiling a little. I don't understand what that means. Whether he meant to calm me down or was joking with my fear.

We scoured the whole house, and found nothing strange in it. Rick then took me around the housing complex.

'Hey, I'm surprised at you. You said they all left their homes here. So, these houses are uninhabited, right?'

'so'

'Why do you still want to live here? You better sell this house, and in the meantime, you can stay in my apartment'

We didn't realize we had gone far enough to find an old newspaper factory that seemed to have been abandoned long ago. Seeing from its condition, these factories were not abandoned because of bankruptcy, but were deliberately abandoned by their owners. I concluded like that, because a lot of newspapers that have become cobwebs are located outside the factory that seems to be about to be sold. Rick and I looked through the papers one by one. I was shocked to see the news in the newspaper dated May 18, 1870.

'KOMPOSER AND PIANIST MURDERS: Composer and pianist assassinations are back in town. Austrian-born pianist and composer Asnate Isodaus was found dead at his Feder Street 66 residence. Police found him dead in a piano chair with a stab wound to the back of the neck. Allegedly strong, he was killed while composing a song.

The picture on the newspaper gave me great goosebumps. Because, I've seen it in my new house. He was photographed on May 17 and later found to have been the corpse of his day.

Similar news I found in other newspapers, and they've all seen it in my house. And what's worse is, all those murders were committed in my house, exactly in my new house.

I pulled the other papers from the pile of old papers, and one of them fell right at my feet. The newspaper's headline was, COMPOSER KILLER AND PIANIST ARRESTED. I saw his picture and as if I had known him. I was shocked after finally recognizing the familiar face's owner. I threw the newspaper and crawled backwards. Rick looked at me in surprise and picked up the newspaper I threw.

'COMPOSER AND PIANIST ASSASSINS ARRESTED: Police finally find the killer of famous composers and pianists who often act in the Feder St. no. 66. He is a real estate agent who has a mental disorder. The motive for his murder was envy of his victims who had the ability to play the piano better than him. According to his confession, he killed the pianists 3 days after they bought the house he sold…'

Rick stopped reading the news after hearing my phone ring. After I saw it, a message came into my phone. I opened it, and it turned out that the agent sent me a short message that made me leave the former murder house I bought a few days ago. The message read: Tomorrow, I will come to your house and plan to photograph you for a memento.

I immediately pulled the jacket that Rick was wearing and ran like a pack of wolves. Rick seemed confused about my attitude and stopped running.

'What is this?'

'Come on, we need to quickly leave this place before the killer comes.'

'What killer?'

'I'll tell you later when I get home'

Whatever happened, I was so grateful at the time, because Rick wanted to obey and follow me home.

And something happened. When I open the door. I saw a knife covered in dried blood, and the house files scattered on the table. I, panicking at that moment, immediately compiled all my valuables and went from the area along with Rick to his apartment.

I don't need to tell you more about this. Let whoever is involved in this get the reward. The house kept its own story. It has something in it that no one else needs to know about.

The little I can tell you is, after I've searched the virtual world, I was informed that the agent was executed on May 17, 1931 by the Austrian government for repeatedly killing composers and pianists from the country of the musician as well as, for having hidden the body of one famous Pianist and Composer in Feder st. no. 66 named Bernard Raamses.

Since then. I am still traumatized if I see a home advertisement in a local newspaper that is very beautiful and sold at a low price. I always say in my heart.

'If they're smart, they'll ask before buying.'

One word I remember from Ricky until now.

'No matter how beautiful the house is. No matter what the price. What needs to be considered is, the story behind it.'

Story by: Augustine Pieter

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