You've spent the last several months looking to buy a home. After weeks of searching you happened across a listing for a place deep in the woods with a lot of land: a historic home for a very reasonable price.

You ended up purchasing the home and make your way there with all of your things. It's about twenty minutes out from the closest town but you were looking for something out of the way and private anways.

As you pull up the long driveway through the trees you arrive with your things and take in the beauty of the area, everything is old and a bit weathered but has a lot of charm. You make your way up the mossy stone steps and enter the house, taking in the hardwood floors and spacious interior. Everything has a small layer of dust because you bought it as is, but it has an old beauty and charm.

You spend the weekend cleaning everything and getting everything moved in place how you like it and you're finally able to rest. As the sun sets and you're left with the sound of crickets and the rustling of leaves, you settle in for the night in your new bed.

As you close your eyes and try to rest, periodically throughout the home is the sound of wood settling and creaking.