House With Human Ash

Everyone loves to buy new houses or flats, right? I remember it was a New year’s eve party where I surprised my girlfriend and told her I had purchased a new home for her and from next month we are going to move into our new home. As she was very excited to move into our new place, it meant a new room and new friends.

We started to pack our bags and, we decided to keep only a few things with us first and afterwards if we like we will permanently shift there. I have bought an old house as renovation work was going on. The first day in our new home was full of work, and even we hadn’t got the time to have lunch and, we were so tired so, we ordered pizza for dinner. The next day when I woke up there was an unusual thing that happened, I saw an old person with two girl children standing beside me and, I was in a sleepy mood so, I asked them who are you and who let you guys enter our room, get out! After that, they vanished, and when my girlfriend called me for breakfast, I asked her who came in the morning to our house, and she said no one who knew our new address!

As I have a lot of office work, so I forget that things at a low pace and ignore like it was only my dream we divide our work, so we decided she will be in charge of the “new” construction – converting the kitchen into the master bedroom for instance, while I’m on wallpaper and wall sticker removal duty. The previous owner papered every wall and ceiling! Removing it is brutal but oddly satisfying. The best feeling is getting a long peel, as similar to your skin when you’re peeling from a sunburn, and I know it’s a boring thing to do, so to complete this work, we make a game of peeling, on the hunt for the longest piece before it rips the longest one can take a rest for 5min.

In the corner section of every room is a person’s name, and the date was written. One day my curiosity was at its peak, and when I Googled one of the names and discovered the person was a missing person, the missing date matched the date! Day by day, we were getting a feeling that we were not alone here. Many people were present in this house, but it was only my girlfriend and me. But we can feel the warmth and presence like someone is watching us every time.

And this feeling was increasing day by day as new names were found in every corner. I didn’t tell her about the names. I was a little frightened and thought to keep it a secret till I dint find the truth behind this all shit. The next day, when my girlfriend went to a nearby mall, I took a sheet and started making a list of all the names and dates written on the wall corners.

After all the internet searches, I found out most of the names were of a missing person with dates to match. After this all, I explained all the shit to her and soon, We notified the police, which naturally sent out the crime scene team.

I overhead one tech says, “yup, it’s human.” Human ash? What’s human ash? “sir, where is the material you removed from the walls already? The ink used in writing all the name and date are human ash and for every different name different ash is used.

This isn’t the normal thing.”