The House on The Hill

Trapped in The Past

The next morning, I woke up feeling restless and anxious. The events of the previous night had left me shaken, and I could feel my mind racing with questions and fears. I needed answers, and fast.

Before I could even gather my thoughts, a knock at my hotel room door startled me. When I opened it, I found the historian from the night before standing there, her eyes filled with urgency.

"We need to talk," she said, barely waiting for an invitation before walking into the room. She explained that she had been researching the town's history and had found something that might shed some light on the situation.

She told me that before the house on the hill was built, the land had been used for something else. A group of pilgrims had settled there in the 1600s and had built a small village. But the villagers had fallen out of favor with the nearby colonies, who accused them of witchcraft. The villagers were tried, convicted, and hanged, and their homes were razed to the ground.

The historian claimed that the house on the hill was built on the site of the old village's execution grounds. She believed that the same group that had accused and executed the villagers was now conducting their rituals on the same spot. The whispers, the symbols, and the hooded figures all pointed to a connection between the past and the present.

As she spoke, the pieces began to fall into place. The same evil that had haunted my family was now haunting me. The house on the hill was just the latest manifestation. But now that we knew the truth, we had a chance to stop it.

We decided to investigate further, and we made our way towards the outskirts of town. As we approached the old execution grounds, a sense of dread filled the air. We could see figures moving in the shadows, and we