When Lindsey first saw the old Victorian mansion on top of the hill, she knew she had to have it. Most people in town said it was haunted, but she didn't believe in ghosts. Lindsey convinced her husband Mark to buy it as a fixer upper project.
On their first night in the new house, strange noises awoke Lindsey in the middle of the night. It sounded like heavy furniture was being dragged back and forth across the floor in the room above them. Mark insisted it was just the old house settling, but Lindsey couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was very wrong.
The next morning while exploring the mansion, Lindsey opened a closet door and jumped back in shock. Inside was a woman dressed in a Victorian era gown staring back at her with cold, dead eyes. Before Lindsey could react, the woman let out a blood-curdling scream and vanished into thin air. Lindsey was terrified but Mark just laughed it off as her imagination playing tricks.
That night, all the lights in the house started flickering wildly before going out completely, plunging Lindsey and Mark into total darkness. As they fumbled for flashlights, Lindsey heard the pitter patter of tiny footsteps running down the hall towards them. She wanted to run for the door but Mark held her in place, angrily shouting "This isn't funny!" into the blackness.
Mark went outside to check the fuse box, leaving a trembling Lindsey alone in the pitch black house. She felt something icy cold brush past her leg and jumped back in alarm. Just then, Mark came back inside waving a flashlight. He said the whole block had lost power due to an outage.
They cautiously made their way upstairs to bed by flashlight beam, but Lindsey couldn't sleep. All night long she heard creaking floorboards and doorknobs rattling as if being turned by an unseen hand. Lindsey begged Mark they should check into a hotel for the night, but he refused, convinced it was just the old house and wind playing tricks.
Exhausted, Lindsey finally drifted off to sleep...only to wake up screaming as she found herself levitating above the bed! She thrashed in midair as an unseen force violently shook the bed frame before dropping her back onto the mattress. Mark jumped up in shock, slapping the lights on just in time to see the bedroom door slam shut of its own accord.
Having had enough, Lindsey demanded they leave the mansion immediately. But Mark angrily accused her of pulling an elaborate prank on him. As they argued, objects began flying off the shelves, circling wildly around their heads. They ducked just in time as a glass vase whizzed past, shattering against the wall.
That's when Lindsey saw it - a ghostly pale little girl in a flowing white nightgown hovering in the doorway. She stared at them with coal black eyes and an evil grin. Lindsey pleaded with Mark that they were in grave danger and had to escape.
Just then, the door burst open again and a shadowy female specter floated into the room, arms outstretched and moaning. To Lindsey's horror, it was the woman from the closet. The apparition zoomed straight towards them, passing through Mark's body. He let out a blood-curdling shriek as an icy cold sensation enveloped him.
Lindsey grabbed Mark's hand and pulled him stumbling down the stairs, not looking back. More spirits emerged from the walls, reaching for them with long skeletal fingers as they fled. They finally made it outside and raced to their car, Mark finally believing Lindsey about the house being haunted.
As Lindsey's shaking hands jammed the keys into the ignition, the front door suddenly flew open with a bang. A tall, shadowy figure floated out, face obscured by darkness. Lindsey screamed as it raised its arms, causing the ground to crack open.
She slammed the gas pedal just as a giant chasm split the earth in front of them. Lindsey swerved around it and sped off down the winding hill. As the mansion disappeared behind them, she whispered a prayer of gratitude that they escaped with their lives.
