Wisps of Memories

After a devastating loss, you move elsewhere: a downtown house away from most. It’s large, and undeniably creepy— it has an aura that makes you shiver, and the well-known fact that you live there is enough to make people whisper. A few months later, you begin to hear things, see things. The occasional wisp of smoke drifting through the hallways, the muffled cries of children in the background, almost hollow laughter… Could it get any creepier?