The House Called Haunted

'Why did they decide to sell it? We could have thought of something.There was no need to sell it.''Can fear truly exploit us enough for us to forget love and memories?' Such thought ran through my mind as we moved out of the house with big and lofty suitcases and bags. My father was standing there instructing the packers and movers. My mother was standing with a grim face, looking at the house with tears rolling down her cheeks washing away her powder and also the memories of the house. My uncle was trying to soothe my grandmother telling her that what was being done was for our own good.We had lived in that big and old ancestral house since a long time long before my birth. It was a house melted in butter-scotch and chocolate brown with three floors, four rooms on each. It also had a garden with lush green trees and a well with the sweetest water ever tasted by mankind. But now we were leaving this ever so perfect home forever, leaving after those horrifying chain of incidents.
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One day when me and my cousin were playing video-games and my grandfather was talking with my uncle and father with grandmother throwing in her suggestions time to time while she was knitting a sweater, we heard my mother's scream from upstairs. We all ran up to find my mother staring at something ,a mixed expression of horror and sadness frozen on her face. She was looking inside my aunt's room and when we followed her gaze we too were horrified.
My aunt had hung herself from the ceiling fan! She had a note on her hand which said:
"It would be better to die than look at her ghostly face again. She scares me and today she scared me to suicide."
Soon the police arrived and inspected the scene'at last it was considered the case of suicide due to depression as they even found a bottle of anti-depression pills in her closet which she had kept hidden from us.
Two-three days after her cremation my grandfather died of heart attack which though was quite natural as he had a weak heart, was quite unexpected as he had been taking pills regularly and had gone through routine checkups regularly. On his bed-side table was a torn piece of note. It seemed as if he had the premonition of his death that night and he had written it but somehow it got torn .It read:
 sell and 
"My last wish is for you to^leave this house. I am afraid that .."
Though we never found the other part of the note, it was quite sure that grandfather was afraid of something in the house something which could hurt us, something dangerous and dark. The torn piece of note augmented my uncle's and he somehow convinced us all to stay.
Two deaths in almost a week was it really just a coincidence or was it really something dark? Time answered the question but at a cost of something .......
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A few months later, we began to act normal as the side of it all being a co-incidence became heavier than the side of them being haunted , after all nothing happened since long time.
But then things soon got weird once again. Sweets, fruits, books soon began to disappear and me and my cousin were blamed each and every time until...
One Sunday, I woke up to find my family screaming and crying. It had happened so that my cousin had run away from the house leaving behind a printed message which said:
"I am tired of the accusations on me. I had done nothing. It was not me!"
I remembered him once saying that he would leave this house but never did I think he would actually put his words into actions. I repented on not exposing his thoughts to elders but now it was too late.
the Police was called and a search party was arranged. My cousin"s photo went through all the newspapers and even sent to other police station. He always wanted to be famous but like this........!?
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Even after a month, police could not find my cousin.We lost all hope. The vanishing of objects ceased but only to give birth to another problem.Our dog, Stoutland , behaved like a drunkard. HE started stalking our house-helper ,Rosa in a manner of a panther stalking a prey. And then the ill-fated day arrived.
On 2nd August, We heard shriek and cries of our maid with the Barking of our dog. WE ran inside to find the find the fingers of her limbs bleeding with the little and ring finger missing. WE dragged Stoutland and chained him to the pillar as he barked at Rosa. We took her to the hospital where she was admitted and died . her last words were:
" I AM SORRY."
On returning from the hospital we found Stoutland's torn dog collar. On searching we found him drowned in the well.
We were all in the state of trance and remembering my Grandfather's advice, sold the house to Mr. Roberto, a builder who always tried to persuade us to sell the house ****************************************
As we were leaving the house, I climbed in the backseat of the car to find the old diary of my grandfather and in it was the other half of the note among the pages.It said:
that I would sooner or later die of Heart attack as I hear strange noises everyday.You know I am weak at heart I would surely die of these sudden Noise I am sure its Roberto behind this to instill fear of curses and ghost in your heart . I know he would stoop lower to get our house hence i am asking you to leave it but DO NOT SELL IT. NOT AT ANY COST
As I completed the letter the wind snatched it from my hand and I could see it flying across the window. I realized we were on the highway.
Tears rolled down my eyes as I saw through everything .
Mr.Roberto had killed my aunt and hung her: A foolproof Murder. I now understood that Rosa a was with him as she was the only one who could copy anyone's but my cousin's handwriting. That is why it was printed. My cousin too did not run away but was kidnapped and probably murdered and buried somewhere. The thought that Rosa would sooner or later reveal everything made Roberto murder her. Probably our dog was drugged or something which made it kill her and later drown.
Tears rolled down my eyes as I realized how low Roberto stooped just to get our property. I wept bitterly at my helplessness of not being able to do anything or gather any proof against the murderer.
I cried in helplessness and anger as the car sped through the tunnel..........