When I was a teenage boy, me,my 2 sisters and my oldest brother have move to a new house since mom have a new job. My brother work at the office with dad. Our dad is a cop. that leaves me and my sisters to get one.
I remember what the landlord said. "Don't go in the room near the basement because the previous owners have died in that room because of the guest. The room is a guest room. The people will be here this week or next week to fix it. You don't have to worry about it".
It was all right for a week. I was cautious about what in the room. So at night I walk quietly out of my room to the room near the basement. Once got there, my brother walk out from the bathroom. He asked me what are you doing. I told him that I was getting something to drink. He bought it and I grab something to drink and went back to sleep.
The next day, mom told me that they be back in 2 days. Mom, dad, and my brother are going to my mom dad. He was sick. So it me and my sisters in the house. After school, both of my sisters wonder what in the room near the basement too. So they ask me to join. I already planning on looking in the room.
At night we went out of our rooms. We was scared. We go to the room near the basement. I open the door we saw 3 dead bodys. All 3 body have been gutted.
Till this day we have never speak of it again.
