The House - Horror Fiction

I stood on the opposite side of the road facing the house.

The House.

The place where it all began. 20 years back, on a similar cold November evening was when seven member family staying at the house was murdered.

The case was sensational. All the major newspapers and TV channels covered it, blowing every new turn or clue into a big bubble that would burst eventually.

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A month went by and the Police still were nowhere with the case or catching the killer. People soon forgot about it. Media was busy covering other new and juicy events.

A family who moved into the town from another state purchased the house at a dirt cheap rate and moved in. The town soon went back to being normal.

No one remembered the Harsent Murders anymore.

But I did.

How could I forget?

How could I?