Some swore that the house was haunted. Some swore that the story was a myth. While others thought it was a legend.
My Great aunt, her grandson, and his three children moved into this spooky red bricked up two apartment house. It was a beautiful house, but with a lot of antiques inside of the house. The was an old light wood piano with yellowish keys, and it always seem to be out of tune when played. The white fire place was out dated by three decades. And the 1950’s gold couch seemed to be snuggled tightly by yellowish clear plastic covers. On the wooded old coffee tables were the antiques. Some of them were rally old date back to the 1800s. They looked like they have not been washed in decades. Some of them with faded paints needed to be in a garage sale, while others had a chip or a crack on the side. I came over the first day. And it spooked me out when I looked at the white cup on the living room coffee table. Why? Because I’m afraid it might come apart, and I get blamed for breaking the so-called valuable tea cup.
The first night was okay for this family. But by the next night they heard noises. The walking noises. That made them feel like someone was in the house, but they couldn’t catch nobody let alone spot them. This went on night after night after night. And something spooked them. Day after day. This would really scream at the top of their lungs. Something on the coffee table moved. Not the whole table, but something on the table that moved. It also put a curse on the children. One touch, the green smoke came out. They coughed up blood. All three of the children were sick. My great aunt almost lost her finger as she tried to work on this device that was on the coffee table. It was an ugly thing too! Thankfully, no one died because they left out the house quickly. But had they stayed in there for more than four minutes, all three of the children would have ended up dead.
They had to move out because of they felt that something in that house was cursed. Something in that house scared them even more. But nothing was ever the same again after that. Because of that ugly monkey ashtray that was on the coffee table.