The Voice Of The Victim

prologue

As the large loading van parked in front of the colossal, medieval house, my nerves had ran away. We're moving...
We had moved from Ireland to England so that my father could protect an innocent citizen who had supposedly kidnapped and murdered someone. No one has found the body, but they say that it happened a while back, some even say that those who enter the house of her death, she comes back from her grave and kills the youngest child, and if not them, the parents. I've never believed that kind of ridiculous fantasy.but just to be safe, I always used to check underneath my bed for any horrific paranormal activity.