There was a story about the house involving the tale that was well known throughout a vast majority of the land. Even though it happened centuries ago, it is still remembered up until this day, and there are those who go in. Well, they never come back out and they're bodies are not found.

The mystery baffled investigators and the Willows family was never found but locals say they can see them in the windows of the mansion at odd times of the day and night. However, the house was built before the late 1800's and every resident that moved in wound up disappearing without a trace. Soon enough, people stopped trying to live there, and the stories became mere tales to frighten others to stay away from it. It is often that you can hear the voice of a young girl singing away to a song or lullaby. The last family in the 1800's that lived in the house were direct descent-dents. The husband as named Alistair Alan Willows, the wife was known as Abigail Eloise Willows, and the daughter's picture as well as who she was, was never known. Rumors were the Willows kept their daughter hidden away saying she was estrange and others said the couple murdered their own daughter hiding the remains to never be found again. However, no one really knows the truth behind the mystery, and those who did, as said before, disappeared.

A soft sound could be heard as the house creaked with how old it was and badly taken care of. The room that was occupied by the new visitor had shelves of dolls all around it and decorated in pink 'n white. It looked bland a bit, but it was the room of a child that enough was obvious. The closet was shut and the vanity was a bit dusty, it looked like the family who currently lived in it took a bit of care of it, before they were scared out that is. There were pictures of animals and other cute things including stuffed animals. The room had the scent of flowers to it, but there weren't any in the room. A child's laughter echoed through out the house on a higher level seeing as it was built for four instead of three floors. However, the fourth floor was already locked away at the end of the staircase as if it wasn't finished, and no one wished to see past it.

"Come on, come on, let's play" a faint and happy voice echoed. It may have still been lit out, but that didn't mean the house was empty. Children laughter filled the house as if it was calling towards those who slept and urged them even in sleep to follow with. A shadowy figure of a young girl appeared before the bed "Come Colette, let's play" the voice spoke reaching towards the sleeping girl on the soft bed "When the moon rises, the sun sets, they come out, and it's time to play. When the sun rises, the moon sets, you must learn when to run away." the feeling was gone as the chill in the air subsided leaving the room with a ghostly chill as if someone or something was truly there. Then the figure itself was no where near.