On a full-moon night, a mother was cooking dinner and singing softly.
Her two daughters were dancing happily to their mother's song.
After finishing the cooking, the mother walked to the dinner table,
still singing as she set the table.
The daughters continued dancing and laughing around her.
When the table was ready,
the three of them held each other and danced together—
the mother singing with gentle laughter,
the daughters smiling with joy.
For a moment, the house felt warm and peaceful.
Suddenly, a car arrived outside.
The children stopped dancing.
Their happy faces turned into fear.
The mother stopped singing and quietly looked at the table.
The husband entered in an angry mood
and sat down at the dinner table.
The wife served him food.
He tasted it…
then threw the plate onto the floor in rage
and began hitting his wife.
The children ran upstairs to their room,
crying and trembling in fear.That night, the house was silent.
Her husband was away.
She walked slowly into her daughters' room,
holding the gun with trembling hands.
They were sleeping peacefully…
the only innocent light left in her dark life.
Tears filled her eyes.
She wasn't angry.
She was terrified of their future—
afraid they would grow up to suffer the same pain she and her mother had endured.
One by one…
she pulled the trigger.
The room fell into a terrible silence.
For a long moment, she stood there—
empty, broken, already gone inside.
Then she turned the gun toward herself…
and ended the last sound in the house.After that night,
the house was never the same.
Strange sounds echoed from empty rooms.
Soft singing was sometimes heard in the darkness.
Lights flickered where no one lived.
People say the mother still walks inside—
searching for the life she never had.
Many years passed.
The house was put up for sale.
But no one dared to buy it.
Because everyone knows…
the house is still haunted.After many years, a lady came there with her son and daughter.
The son was 6 years old, and the daughter was 12.
She had lost her husband.
She came to this place because she got a job as a teacher at a school.
She bought that house at a cheap price.
Many people in the neighborhood told her about the house, but she ignored them and still bought it.
One night, she was combing her hair while sitting in front of the mirror.
Tears started falling from her eyes.
She began singing softly while combing her hair, and her tears kept falling.
Then she got up and walked toward the kitchen, still singing.
She picked up a big knife.
Her son came from behind and stood at the kitchen door, rubbing his eyes,
as if he had just woken up.
His mother looked at him while singing,
gave a beautiful smile,
and opened her arms for a hug.
Her son ran to her and hugged her.
She picked him up, and his head rested on her shoulder.
She walked while singing, holding her son in her arms.
She stopped outside the room, took him inside, and laid him on his bed.
His sister was sleeping on the next bed beside him.
Then the boy saw the big knife in her hand.
He looked at his mother's face.
She put her finger on her lips, saying "Shhh…"
And she cut her son's neck.
Her daughter screamed in horror.
The mother looked at her daughter while singing and smiling.
The daughter ran from her room and hid inside the storeroom.
She saw her mother's feet coming inside.
She was so scared that she closed her eyes with her hands.
The singing suddenly stopped.
She slowly removed her hands from her face…
and saw her mother's face very close to hers.
She shouted—
and the screen went black.
The mother was still singing,
holding her dead daughter in her lap,
and then she cut her neck too.
I want you to make this story scripts scene Photographed frame by frame Use dark gothic stop-motion style.