Anam!!

Chapter one: Anam

A town named Gafa is haunted by a house. A single house. It stands at the highest point of the town. People go in and never come out. It seems like it is innocent. Perhaps they are nothing but tales and whispers that fill the town and people just move out. Perhaps it is nothing but gossip that shakes the town.
Connor Smith would absolutely agree with you. He would say "they are just petty whispers from bored people. I never had a problem with that house and I have been living there 20 years". He felt like this house was his own. He didn't care about the history of the house. Sixty years is a long time and nothing weird happened to him whatsoever. He knew none of the people who were talking in idle gossip never set foot in the house so who were they to judge based on old stories. He thought they were childish and wrong and him being alive to tell the tale after all these years proves that they are talking rubbish.
It was a night a storm was set upon the dreary town during a typical October night. The fog settled on the roof of the old, creepy house as lightening shot by the windows. Most people tremble while eve walking by this house as the just feel an evil. Especially at night. The stories seem far fetched but who would want to take the chance, right? Well Mr. Smith does and he is proud of it. Why would an old man like himself be scared of a house? Mr.Smith sat there in his chair in front of the fire, watching his "television box" as he called it. He held the remote in his left hand and a cup of tea in his shaky right hand as he blindly switched through each channel. He heard repeated clatters from the old roof that held the unstable, aged construction together. Each hit on the roof seemed to make anyone think it would fall in any minute but it was surprisingly sturdy. He felt happy and safe in this old house despite the rumors and the unstable scaffolding. He heard strange noises in the attic every now and then but of course he blamed it on the ancient construction. It is over 100 years old. He heard them on that October night and unfortunately, curiosity got the better of him. He shakily got up off his chair and shuffled into the kitchen to put his, now empty, cup in the sink. He heard it again and he walked up the creaky stairs. There were many stairs in this house. So many that the elderly man struggled up them. He gripped the bannister until his fingers turned white and he made to the top while muttering profanities under his shaky breath. He opened the door and climbed slowly into the attic. He looked around feeling very confused by what he saw. You may think "what did he see?". He saw something unexpected. Nothing. You may think "that's not weird at all?" but he was positive that he heard whispers up here. He assumed it would be some pesky teenagers from the town that broke in here because of the rumors and tried to scare the old man. After all, this house is "legend" in the town. He assumed the rumors were just fairytales or legends from the town spoken to keep things interesting as everything else in the town is boring.
He looked around and went to leave the room but the whispers surrounded him somehow. They filled his ears and mad them ring so loudly he lifted his hands to cover them. He had no idea what was going on and at this stage, he didn't want to know. His eyes filled with fear as the whispering grew louder and louder in his sensitive ears. He screamed not knowing what else to do. What else could he possibly do? His knees fell from under him as the room grew very hot. He started to wonder "is this the end?" until it all went black.
He opened his eyes when he didn't feel any pain any more and looked around. He was startled. He saw a lot of people surround him. All staring at him. The terrifying thing that made him completely speechless and stay a staring for what felt like forever was these people were not on the ground. They were somehow floating in the air. All with bored expressions stuck on their faces. Each one of them of different ages. He finally snapped out of his trance and braces himself while slowly looking down. He saw his pale body lying on the floor of his house. He came to the conclusion hit him like a ton of bricks. He realized that they were not merely gossip but they were true. He also came to the pained conclusion that he was trapped. He was not a trapped soul in Anam.
The town whispered again the next day. These whispers contained what you may expect. The news spread faster than you could say news and by the afternoon the entire town was talking about it. Even more terrified than before. Every person that previously died in that house was found in the attic. Every person who died in that house also had a cause of death that was a mystery. No sign of a heart defect. No sign of any disease or cause of death whatsoever. They all just died in the same spot in the attic that no one wanted to approach.
After a few weeks the talk died down and the town went back to a state of obliviousness, waiting for more people to move in and the next soul to be snatched by the tragedy of a house. And, like usual, someone else did buy this house. Someone who was from outside the town. They heard it was a family and they knew that with more than one in this house they wouldn't last long.