After my creepy experience at our family bungalow, I wanted to know the secret behind it. I questioned my uncle about it, but he was reluctant to tell me anything. I insisted that I need to know the truth because I had experienced something strange and it has been disturbing me ever since then. Finally, he told me everything. It was shocking to know the truth.
A young man named Clayton was staying as a paying guest in that bungalow. One sudden day, my family woke up to see him dead. He had poisoned himself. The reason why he took this extreme step is still unclear. There was a speculation that he was depressed because he had a love failure.
Ever since his death, my family has been experiencing strange things in the bungalow. They have heard voices in the corridors and the backyard. They have also seen things moving by itself. Nobody dares to enter the room all alone in which Clayton had stayed. As far as my uncle remembers, no one has been attacked until date.
I was afraid of the experience I had and I never wanted to visit that bungalow until I heard the story from my uncle. But strangely, I don't have that fear any more. In fact, I'm feeling bad for Clayton. If love failure was the reason why he had committed suicide, I'm sure he would have been madly in love with that girl.
As I mentioned in my previous article, I'll be visiting the bungalow again this week. I'm looking forward to go there. I'm planning to take a stroll in the corridors and the backyard. I might want to enter his room as well. I'm kind of getting pulled towards this presence. I hope I'm not being stupid.