“One day, a group of neighbors went over to ask him to stop with all the racket. He lost it—shouted at them. ‘It’s none of your business what I do on my property. You’re all gonna die anyway!’ People labelled him as a crazy freak. Then, a few months later—he just disappeared. Left everything behind.”
The woman’s voice dipped into a whisper, almost conspiratorial. “The police came. So did the bank people. Everything was still there—his wallet, his car, even a pot on the stove. But no sign of him. Not a single trace. After that, well… people started saying the house was cursed.”