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This is Layla. When she tells people that she’s lived in a haunted house, the most common reaction she encounters is “Wow, cool”. Well, guys, she’s here to tell you why she wouldn’t call the experience “cool” at all.
Layla has a friend, Sarah. They’ve been together since early childhood; they studied at school together, and after school they went to the same university. The thing is, the university was in another city and they had to move there before the semester started. They didn’t want to move in to the dormitory, so they looked for a small two-bedroom apartment.
There was always something that wasn’t right with the apartments they were offered, and soon they became pretty desperate. Then all of a sudden they came across this house – a two-storey old house almost in the center of the city, but in a quiet district. And what was even more attractive was that its price was negligible.
Layla and Sarah couldn’t believe how lucky they were. When they were moving in, they were greeted by nice people – their neighbours. One of them, smiling, gave them a strange look and asked if there were any special reason why they had chosen the house. They laughed in a silly way and thought nothing of it. Looking back on it, Layla thinks they should really have asked for an explanation, but at the time they couldn’t wait to move in and just thanked him for the warm welcome.
The entrance to the house was in a spot that wasn’t visible from the main road. When they went up to the stairs, they saw a nice old woman with a paper bag in her hands. “Hello girls! My name is Ms. Hopkins. I want to welcome you to our neighborhood. I’ve brought you my famous apple pie for lunch. I guess you’re far away from your parents and haven’t had time to cook yet”. They thanked her cordially, and since they were going in themselves, they decided to invite her in for a coffee. But when they turned back to her, she was already gone. Well, they had a lot to do and decided that they would ask the neighbors about where she lived later on.
So, they were independent for the first time in their lives. They were ecstatic. The only thing that irritated them a bit was that they didn’t manage to get a good night’s sleep, but they decided it was the result of first semester nerves. On the bright side, a couple of times a week they would find a new package with a pie inside from Ms. Hopkins on the doorstep.
Soon, they were becoming a bit too busy to think much about Ms. Hopkins. Meanwhile, their sleep problems were becoming pretty overwhelming. Often, Layla would wake up in the middle of the night covered in a cold sweat after having a nightmare. When she went to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water, she would find Sarah there with black circles under her eyes, looking close to tears. This sounds like something trivial, but you try not getting a good night’s sleep for a couple of months and you would struggle too. What’s worse was that they were starting to hallucinate because of sleep deprivation. Sometimes, one of them would go into an empty room and pick up the scent of someone’s perfume. Layla often felt a cold draught even when all the windows were closed.
Once when Layla was in the bathroom, she saw the handle of the locked door move slightly, as if someone was trying to open it. She yelled “Sarah, I’m in here!” and...then she heard Sarah’s voice from downstairs: “What did you say?” Layla felt goose bumps march across her body. If Sarah was there, who was trying to open the door? It took her half an hour to come out of the bathroom, with pure terror in her eyes. They decided that it was time to look for a new home, above all because they still couldn’t sleep there, and the lack of sleep added to their anxiety when they noticed those small things happening inside the house.
In the morning, she and Sarah went to the neighbour who had greeted them on the first day with the strange question to get some answers. Layla asked him straightaway: “Where can we meet Ms. Hopkins?” He looked at them with a strange expression, and answered “There’s no one called Ms. Hopkins in the neighbourhood. Why do you ask?” They were shocked. “But we met her the first day we came!” “You must be mistaken. Ms. Hopkins used to live in your house, but she died several years ago after getting sick. She was famous for her baking, by the way.”
Absolutely speechless, Layla and Sarah emerged from the neighbor’s house and walked slowly towards their own. As they were going up the stairs, they saw another paper package with an item from Ms. Hopkins’s bakery. Layla was so horrified that she could hardly take those couple of steps towards it. There was a handwritten note with it that said “Girls, come visit me some time”.
At that point, they rushed into the house and packed their things in a total panic. It took them three minutes to pack everything they needed.