This tale began to be written on June 26, 2012 and ended on July 06, 2012.
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A pity that fate played a trick and instead of valuing the house fell apart and worst of all, we don't know who is doing it. The wallpaper was torn off, the doors and windows were broken, rust took hold of parts that we didn't eve knew could rust - and not worth pinching, the vandals come back and leave their mark again. After spending several thousand trying to score and putting security, Francie gave up and tried to sell for several months, but nobody wanted more home, as well as being old, some claimed to feel well within the property. We had already given up hope when a company came to buy the house - only to destroy it, as they will make a shopping instead.
We, of course, we are sorry to bring down the house, which was the result of many stories, place for so many good events for our family...
Well.. The money offered for it is good... And we would not be able to sell any other way then this was the solution.
Finally, Francie and her husband, Thomas, will begin to solve the paperss to give the final farewell to the house and I'll come with them to say goodbye.
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We woke up early, Francesca was strangely excited to visit the house. She said she had a dream that the house was new and full of people, our grandparents, who have died, was sitting on the veranda smoking a cigar and had cookies for snack. We stayed for a few minutes reminiscing of our childhood and how good it was playing hide and seek, there were many "secret"places to hide - and incredibly, almost no adult knew about these little spaces.
We both got filled with nostalgia and excited to return to the house at the 33 street...
We are in the car going there now...
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We arrived at the house, a cold breeze made the trees slowly fumble. The world seemed in slow motion. We stood looking at the house, I looked at Francie, I saw that she was sad to leave behind all the family history, that house is special.
We walked toward the door, the creak of the wooden porch was higher, there was no lock and the house seemed darker than before. I pushed lthe door a little, which was heavy because of the humidity, and reached the main room.
This room seemed to be bigger when we were younger, perhaps because it has a lot of junk and rotting wood lying on the floor. We found a photograph hanging on the wall, the glass of the frame was cracked and there was much dust, but after a blow, we can identify the photo of Francie with her mother on the stairs that leads to the backyard. "How have this picture remained on the wall? Until the wallpaper fell and it still here?" Francie asked me and I shrugged my shoulders - how to understand this? I confess I was scared.
I began to remember when we were stuck in the kitchen cupboard and our older cousin left us there for two hours. We laugh at the situation now, but was desperate to stay in there, mainly because you could hear strange noises that the house made, was as high snaps under the ground and a creaking of the timbers of the wall.
We were talking and pointing to the corners when a melody stopped us...
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"You're hearing this, Peter? It's my music box! Wow... It has about 5 years since I heard that song..." Francie spoke pretty naturally, as if it was me who turned the music box on. "Francesca, who turned that thing on? This sound is coming from above, is someone there?" I asked, we were scared and decided to go up to see who was there .. To our amazement, there was no one besides us in the house...
I filmed as we ascended, did not get to the music box that was in the corner near the door, playing alone...
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Francie took the music box and saw that it was very dusty, there were no fingerprints. I can not explain it, how can an object that was lost for years appears in that house and begins to play out of nothing? "There is no problem, cousin. Maybe it was with the rope stucked... Let's not worry about that now, right? Come on, Let's go home... I think it's gonna rain..." soon as she finished speaking, we heard a door slam heavily, causing some cracks throughout the house. I thought it was the wind, but we went down and it ran only a light and cool breeze in the house - no wind. I try to open the door - which happens to be the front door - and it seemed to be locked. "Someone locked us here?" I said as I ran to the back door - and saw it was locked too. Francie was still looking at the music box (that was still playing the song), she looks like doesn't care for the situation... I don't know what to do... Do I try to go out through the window or should I call the police?
The audience says to call the Police and try to escape through the window."
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I called the police, said I was trapped inside a house and when I was explaining the location, the connection dropped. I tried to redo the call, but it showed I was out of the covered area. I started to get really nervous and I saw that I couldn't find Francesca. I looked in the bedrooms, bathrooms and didn't found he, she didn't even aswered to my shouts!
However, I could hear that music box...
Stopping to observe, I can understand that its sound is coming from the underground... I looked for the source, and I ended up in the kitchen cupboard, which was half-opened. "FRANCIE?" my voice echoed in the closet... But how could have echoed? This place has never been that big! I put my arm in and saw that there was no more ground in that closet. The big hole sucked me and I fell from a height, I think, of about 3 meters.
I kept hearing that song but saw absolutely nothing.
I was surprised by a distant light, weak, but paying attention, it seemed to show someone's face... It's Francie!
I started running toward it and the more I ran, the farther I got.
"What is this? Why are they doing this to us?" I shouted desperately.
A strong light reflects into a wall of wood and it was written in red: "She will not go away.".
But wait, is this blood?
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The audience says to call the Police.
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I called the police and they said they were sending a patrol car here. I waited a few minutes and heard a scream from inside the house and soon after, in the attic window I saw a faint light, like of a candle. I could not wait and tried to get back into the house (and got through the back door). But I got here in the attic and the only thing it's here is "she will not go away" written on the window. It has two police down there, calling to me, but the more I scream, they can not hear me!
I had an idea but do not know if it's good... Perhaps it is too stupid... I think I'll look for Francie in the secret hiddings of the house, but if I go, I may not come back, 'cause it seems that this house don't want my cousin to go away... Well, that's it! Or I'll look for her or may never find!
And now?
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Well, I can no longer stand here while this damn house swallows my cousin. I need to do something.
I went on all secret hiding places of the house (incredibly could only hear the sound of my breathing and the squeak of the wood when I walked) until it started playing again the music box of Francie - and it was in the attic. I went up running, I was gulping hard and with my heart pounding... And I found nothing. So I remembered that there's a tight little place between the ceiling and the roof that my cousin used to be when she was scared. How could she go up there without a ladder? I don't know! But I know I'll get something to go up there! I keep screaming for her, but just hear that scary music and the creak of the woods...
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This scene repeats...
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I got in the attic and realized that the music was really louder and seemed to be above me - she just could be there! I started screaming for my cousin and give leaps to reach the ceiling (which is not so high, it's me that is not so big) when I started to hear banging on the front door. "Must be the police," I thought. I looked out the window and I no longer saw the police car, what intrigued me. I ran down and when I arrived at the front door, it was open and believe me, on the floor of the balcony that faces the door, it was the music box, alone, playing the music tunelessly...
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"WHO'S THERE? HAN? ANSWER ME!" I shouted in vain. A supernatural force pushed me out of the house and the door closed by itself. No! Not again! A strong burst came from inside the house through the window and I saw pieces of the roof falling. Is this thing self-destructing?! I took the music box and threw on the window - breaking the glass - and broke the rest with a piece of wood that fell near me. I entered but I cut my hands, which began to bleed, but I don't have time to worry about cuts now, Francie're in danger! I go up stairs (how many times this scene has been repeated today?) and found the door closed. Shouted the name of my cousin several times, but the sound of wood hitting the floor seemed to overshadow my screams. Suddenly the ground opened (yes, just opened!) and I was pulled through the hole for what seems like an abattoir (because of the smell), this secret hideaway I do not remember. I used the phone to illuminate around and my heart broke when I saw the scene... My cousin lying on the floor, motionless. I could not say anything, just cried and hugged her - and the little music box started playing again.
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"Cousin? Why did this happen to you?" I spoke softly, close to her body, as I listened the house collapsing and the little music box playing. That damn box! I took the thing and threw it into the wall, leaving the object in pieces - and still playing. I crouched in a corner and started to cry when I heard a different noise coming from above, seems someone asking if someone is down here! But of course! I started screaming and the person opened a space in the ceiling (which is the floor, actually) and I saw that he was the husband of Francesca. "Hang on, I'll help you!" he went and came back later with a piece of wood in which I managed to grab.
I was going up when I felt something pulling my foot!
Is it Francie?!
I heard a grunt and a macabre voice saying "she's mine", my heart sped up and I looked down.
IT WAS NOT FRANCIE!! And THAT CAN NOT BE ALIVE!
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Francie... Where are you, cousin..?
From the ruins rises the melody of the music box.
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"Wake up, Peter! Wake up! We have arrived! Come on..." I heard the voice of Francie... Waking me up!
"FRANCIE! You're okay!" of course she was surprised I have spoken it, I had just dozed off on the way between her apartment and the home of street 33.
I am relieved that it was all just a nightmare! Phew!
I hope nothing like that happens in my real life...
Well, we are here at home, it is exactly as pictured - and dreamed - totally devastated.
"Such a pitty, right cousin? We've both played of hide and seek here... Our whole childhood..." Francie stopped, looked around, the ruins masked what was once a home.
But... Wait... I'm listening to something...
"What? But how so? Pietro, you brought my music box here?"
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