It’s an old house, built in 1934. It’s said that if you visit it, you will fall ill and die. There have been many that have become unfortunate victims. No one knew why this is happening but some said that there might be some restless spirits involved. Soon, the structure fell into disrepair and what was once a majestic house turned into something that the Addams family could live in.
One day, a large U-Haul arrived outside the house. A small Mazda sedan stopped just behind it. The driver cut the engine and stepped out of the car. “I guess we’re here,” he said as his wife got out of the passenger side. “Is this the house?” She asked, hoping against hope that they don’t have to live in a place like this. Her husband nodded and said, “Yeah, this is it, don’t you like it?” His wife made a face that pretty much said it all. The man sighed and said, “I know that this is not the kind of house that you wanted, but it’s the best that we can do given the rising housing market.” He then pulled his wife into his arms and put his chin on the top of her head.
“Besides,” he continued. “We could renovate it and make it look nicer. I’ll be getting a promotion at work remember? So we’ll have the money.” At her husband’s words, she silently cursed the universe for linking her to a man that can get her to do whatever he wants with that weak-in-the-knees smile of his. “You love it, shut up,” her mind said with an eyeroll and she couldn’t help but agree. “Ready to go check out our new home?” He asked excitedly. She smiled and nodded and let him take her by the hand and lead her toward the house.
A few days later, things went from normal to a million times worse. She found herself getting up in the middle of the night throwing up her stomach contents. At first, she thought that it must have been something that she ate, but for it to happen on a nightly basis was beyond ridiculous. Her husband, however, did not suffer from the same fate no matter how much she wished it. He walked around like a man possessed, thinking that there’s something out to get him.
The next morning, the police were called to the house when the neighbours complained of a foul smell coming from the house and they found the couple dead in their bedroom. The husband was lying on his side beside the bed, his lifeless eyes wide and crazed. The wife was in a kneeling position in the bathroom, slumped over the toilet with a bit of vomit was found in the corner of her mouth. “This has got to be the weirdest case I have ever come across,” one officer said as he went to join his partner. The lab techs were busy taking pictures of the scene and the officers wondered if the mysterious curse of the house will affect them.
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