It began when Ethan Carter, a 16- year- boy ,moved into the village with his parents. Unlike the others, Ethan did not believe in ghost stories.
"It's just an abandoned building," he said one evening staring up at the hill. "people just like to scare themselves."
And old man sitting nearby looked at him sharply.
"That house does not scare people,"he whispered.
"It calls them."
Ethan laughed it off.
That night, as he lay in bed, he heard something strange.
A faint whisper.
"... Ethan..."
He set up quickly. His is room was empty.
"... Come...find me..."
The voice was soft, almost gentle- but it made his skin crawl.