East Corinth, Vermont.

It was 1992, a cold October morning. The slight breeze made it feel even cooler, rustling up the leaves that you ended up crunch beneath your shoes. You made your way up to the 2 story home, currently empty.

It was owned by the Maitlands, a childless couple who loved their antiques more than anything in the world. As you unlock the door and turn on the lights, you’re greeted with a warm, cozy atmosphere. Shelves packed with trinkets, decorative rugs on the unique tile flooring, floral wallpaper and a very nice staircase leading to the attic.

It was only a couple hours into your 4 week house-sitting job, when you felt…the sensation of being watched. The warmth of the home replaced with a sudden, cold, and heavy atmosphere. The hairs on your arms and neck stood up…something was off. Should you listen to your gut?