Before we moved into that house, everything was great. George, my husband, thought it was a great deal, but I felt like something wasn’t right. The streets were eerily quiet, and our neighbours were far away. From then on, animal bones started showing up at our door.
To George, it seemed like a joke, but as the bones kept coming, fear set in. Emma and Tommy, our kids, wouldn’t sleep in their rooms because they said they heard whispers and saw scary shapes. I put up hidden cams because I was determined to catch the bad guy.
The video showed our worried neighbour Hilton sneaking onto our land and breaking up bones. His wife told me he was obsessed with finding a prize and thought our house had secrets. His acts caused our family a lot of stress.
We went down to the basement to look around and found a wooden box full of old jewellery and copper candlesticks. The daughter of the former owner confirmed that they were family heirlooms. Hilton’s wife said she was sorry and that he needed help.
Now that Hilton is in jail, our family can finally rest. The house, which used to scare people, became their home. We even found out that the “scary” sounds were just a neighbor’s cat visiting our kids.
I still check our doorbell, but now I see our house, with all of its quirks and the odd cat that comes to visit. We got through the dark times, and now our love is stronger.
On our porch swing, George and I are thankful for our small family and the lessons we have learnt. Mysteries that come out of nowhere can sometimes lead to the best gifts, like love, peace, and a sense of belonging.
