The House Was So Cheap I Thought I Won the Lottery, but When I Saw the Basement, I Understood Everything — Story of the Day

I was tired of renting and eager to buy my dream home—a charming colonial at an unbeatable price. The house had character, with peeling paint and a cozy fireplace, but something felt off. The real estate agent, Susan, was overly enthusiastic, and a locked basement door raised my suspicions. That night, I heard eerie giggles from the basement, sending chills down my spine. Despite my fear, I called the police, but the officer found nothing, dismissing my concerns with a smirk, hinting at the house’s “haunted” reputation.

The next day, Margaret, the previous owner, called, warning of the house’s history and offering to buy it back. Determined, I refused and investigated the basement, noticing scuff marks near a vent. That night, the giggles returned, accompanied by a strange mist. I called the police again, and Margaret unexpectedly arrived. Checking my hidden camera footage, I caught her planting a speaker and fog machine to scare me out. The officer arrested her for trespassing and harassment. Standing in my doorway, I finally felt the house was mine, having faced my fears and uncovered the truth.