We just moved into a new house, me and my husband. It was a better neighborhood, better school systems for the future and it was closer to our jobs. We bought the house for dirt cheap and fell in love with it as soon as we toured it. The only thing was, the realtor didn't allow us to see the backyard, he informed us that the original owner wanted us to avoid it. It was a bit off but maybe they wanted us to focus on the house and not the backyard. My husband, jack, and I were very excited to begin this new life. He even carried me over the threshold. As we moved boxes in, I noticed that there were a heck of a lot of crosses in the house. Now, I'm not extremely religious but they were gorgeously made so I left them. I then noticed that there were a lot of bibles too, about 3 in every room. Jack found this extremely odd but again, neither of us cared too much. As night fell, we decided on sleeping in the living room. When we woke up that morning everything was perfect. I went to the huge window that faced the backyard and opened them. I don't remember too much but I do remember screaming for my husband and passing out. When I woke up, Jack was on the side of me, petting my hair soothingly. It all came back to me, in the backyard was at least a hundred grave stones.

None of them seemed that old. Jack said that he had tried to call the realtor but when he gave the company the name, they said no one under that name had worked there. I started to hyperventilate at this point. Jack tried to convince me that it was probably a small graveyard that the house was built near and eventually they just added that little piece of land into the backyard. I guess a part of me wanted to believe that so I eventually convinced myself that it was true.

As days went on, I began to accept it. That is, until the crosses starred to disappear. I figured it was my husband taking some of them. He had made comments on how he was weirded oy by how many there were. I had asked him if he was taking them down and he claimed that he wasnt. He thought I was. I felt my heart stop, Jack wasn't the joking type.

Every morning I tried to push away the feeling of complete dread. As the day went on however, it grew larger and larger. The final straw was this weekend. Jack had gone to work and I was left alone. I opened all the windows, except the one facing the backyard, and turned on the TV. I sat there peacefully wrapped in a blanket, when I heard tapping on the backyard window. My breathing sped up but I tried to ignore it. The tapping became louder and louder, til it went from tapping to banging. I tried to call Jack but he wouldn't answer. I crept into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. I opened the window and saw nothing. I decided to head outside. Now, I'm not completely dumb, I refuse to be that one character in horror movies. I held the knife tightly and walked towards the graves. They all seemed normal, except for the very far one. It was empty.

I felt someone tap my shoulder and I whipped around. A dark shadow stood over me, grinning. I screamed as loud as I could and felt frozen in place. I felt a burning pain in my chest and in my back. I heard yelling but I was too focused on the pain. I closed my eyes, I don't know what happened next but I woke up in the hole that was dug. When I opened my eyes, Jack was trying to get me out. He carried me to the living room. Another man was inside, he was older and he held a cross to his chest. When I woke up completely, they explained that he was the previous owner and that this house was cursed. He said that he had to have a priest exercise this house every 3 months. About 20 years ago, a witch had moved here. She would kidnap people and use them as her sacrifices. Whatever parts she didn't use, she would bury them. Since, there was so much negative and bad energy, a demon came to live here. When the witch left, the demon decided to stay. My eyes widened, this was all too much.

When I was back to normal, health wise, we started packing up. I wanted to leave this house forever. We had contacted my mother and told her that the house wasn't safe. She, of course, offered to let us stay there. It took us three days to completely finish packing. As we drove away from the house, I swore I saw a shadow waving from the front window. If this isn't the ending you wanted, I'm sorry. This isn't some story, this was my life. All I have left to say is, for anyone who now lives in that house, I hope God has mercy on you.