I moved into a new neighborhood, and hoped to find friends and comfort. However, the residents avoided me, while neighbors peeked at me behind their fences.

One day, while I was watering my flowers, a little girl fell off her bike in front of my house. I rushed to help, but her mother yelled, “Get away from her!” Confused and hurt, I retreated.

I made a decision to throw a party to get to know my neighbors. I prepared food, decorated the yard, and waited.

No one came. Just as I was about to give up, a friendly neighbor named Jacob arrived.

He revealed that my house had a dark reputation. The previous resident experienced strange events and disappeared.

I was determined to uncover the truth.

I investigated and found a diary in the attic detailing eerie occurrences.

Jules, a peculiar neighbor, confessed her sister was the previous owner. She had been trying to protect me from the neighborhood’s dark presence.

Along with Jacob, we discovered an old well linked to the disappearances. Exploring its hidden chamber, we found a stone altar. Breaking it ended the strange happenings.

With the dark presence gone, the neighborhood warmed up to me. Jacob, Jules, and I became close friends, and Snowball, my cat, brought me comfort.

I finally felt at home, knowing we had brought light to the shadows.