She walked down the sidewalk as she looked at the large house at the end of the block. She stood at the old picket fence that was falling down and had peeling paint. Amber looked at the house as it stood empty and in decent shape. The lawn was overgrown, it had paint peeling here and there, a few broken windows and trash piled up on the porch. She took pics as a neighbor walked up to her.
They talked and the old gentleman told her about the stories of the old house. He told her it was haunted and the ex owners used to do satanic rituals in the basement. He told her that the past owners killed themselves by hanging themselves in the basement over a pentagram that was drawn using blood. Amber listened and after he left she shook her head. She was a skeptic and didn't believe in ghosts or demons. She walked back to her car as she drove off to find out about how to purchase the property.
A week later she parked in the driveway of the house as she was now the owner. She got out and walked up to the porch with keys. She had found the past owners children and got the place for a deal. Amber was a house flipper and this place was the perfect flip in her mind. The old man saw her walk inside and shook his head as he went into his house and stayed inside.
She stood inside the house looking at the dust covered furniture and cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. She walked into the house deeper and looked at the kitchen. She noticed all the kitchen items were still in their place. She found the door to the basement and turned the knob. Amber stopped as she felt a cold chill go up her spine. She shook it off and turned the knob, the door creaked as it slowly opened. She looked down into the darkness.
