Shadows in the House

February 1, 2026

by Loyce

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (238 words)

"For the past five years, I’ve called this old house my home. I was just a child when we moved in, and from the very start, something felt off. I noticed strange shapes flitting in the corners of my vision—dark figures that seemed to dance just beyond reach. When I shared my experiences with my […]"

For the past five years, I’ve called this old house my home. I was just a child when we moved in, and from the very start, something felt off. I noticed strange shapes flitting in the corners of my vision—dark figures that seemed to dance just beyond reach. When I shared my experiences with my family, they revealed they had sensed the same unsettling presence.

Curious about our strange encounters, my parents contacted the previous owners. They learned that a kind-hearted gentleman had once lived here, but his life ended in this very house. In hopes of bringing peace, we decided to perform a small ceremony to bless our home. Yet, the shadows persisted.

One evening, while preparing dinner, a loud shriek shattered the quiet. I rushed to find my younger brother, wide-eyed and trembling. He insisted that a toy car had zoomed across the floor on its own. Just two days ago, during a gaming session, I caught a glimpse of an elderly man standing in the hallway, watching me intently. It sent chills down my spine.

Even when I stepped outside, the feeling of being watched didn’t fade. Yesterday, I glanced out my bedroom window and spotted a figure in white darting around the yard, moving with an odd speed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that our home was alive with secrets, and the shadows were just the beginning of a story waiting to unfold.

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