short horror stories

the spirit on the tree ~ 1

 My mum once told me that when she was a child, she went to live on a house that a bit after they moved there they found out the house was haunted.

And as if that wasn't already bad enough, the house had no lights only and only the light from candles. The house was huge and they had no neighbor's, around the house there were only forests and a long field. 

In the back of the house there was a huge fig tree where they later on found out that the last owner of the house had killed himself there (on the tree).

After some days strange things started to happen, every nights before going to sleep there were noises on the house, my grandpa used to go to the kitchen to check what was going on but when he got there the noises would stop.\

They spent nights in blank not being able to sleep, they were already thinking on moving out of there. My mum was raising a baby sheep, until my grandpa sold that sheep, without telling my mum she refused to sleep or eat, because of missing the sheep, (ps: that was the only sheep that lived there or nearby) .

One night, after blowing out the candles and getting ready to sleep, they started hearing the "yell" of a sheep, my mum told me the noise was really loud and seemed close to the house, my mum then said her sheep had returned. My grandpa grabbed his flashlight and left to find it, they could only hear the scream, but weren't able to find the sheep, my grandpa came back home terrified since he couldn't find the sheep.

In the morning my grandma packed their things, and left to the city with my mum, my grandpa decided to stay alone in the house to pack the rest of the things, they couldn't live there anymore. And it was pretty clear there was someone, or something, that didn't want them living on that house.

During the time my grandpa was alone in the house he claimed to hear my mum calling him outside of the house saying "daddy" repeatedly he got confused cause it was night and he though they had came back so he left the house to check outside again, and of course, again there was nothing outside. There was something calling his attention tho, the fig tree, swinging its branches really hardly, as it was calling for him, he quickly got back inside finished packing and went to sleep.

The next day, when it still was really early, my grandpa was running away from the house.

Till this day my mum tells me this story, cause it was something she lived in her childhood, more details? no one knows.