My name is Johnny. Two years ago, after losing my job, I went to work at my friend David's company. David is in the real estate business; he has two companies, and I work at one of them. Because I’m quite good at speaking, I’ve done pretty well in this industry. In my first year, I bought my first car, and in the second year, I saved up quite a bit of money. I thought to myself, if I keep doing this for ten years, I could become a millionaire.

But just a few days ago, something happened at the company.

The issue started because of a house I sold. Less than six months after the sale, the buyer came to ask for a refund, saying I had sold them a haunted house.

What is a haunted house?

Generally speaking, a house where an unnatural death has occurred—such as suicide, murder, or accidental death—is called a haunted house.

And for buyers, as long as someone has died in the house, whether it was a natural death or not, they can call it a haunted house.

In our industry, there are clear regulations: if the house that is sold has had someone die in it, whether the death was natural or not, this must be noted in the contract with the buyer. It cannot be sold without the customer’s knowledge; otherwise, it violates industry rules and damages the reputation of the entire industry.

Although some people do not follow the rules, I have always been very strict about adhering to industry regulations.

I kept assuring the buyer that no one had died in the house, and I even called the previous owner in front of them to confirm.

The previous owner also said that no one had died in that house, and it was not a haunted house.

But this buyer seemed to have mental issues and insisted that someone must have died there. He said that whenever he slept in the bedroom, he felt like a pair of eyes were watching him, causing him to have nightmares every night. This buyer made a scene at our company every day, seriously affecting our business. In the end, we had no choice but to call the police to handle the situation.

Later, David, the buyer, and I all went to the police station.

After understanding the situation, the police were at a loss as to what to do.

After all, the buyer had no evidence to prove that someone had died in the house; he only said that he felt like a pair of eyes were watching him while he slept. Due to the impact this was having on our business, David became very angry and said that this person had mental problems and should go to a psychiatric hospital.

David and the buyer had a big argument at the police station.

The police were very responsible and sent two officers to visit the neighborhood around the house to investigate whether anyone had died there, and they also checked their internal system to see if there had been any criminal cases in that area before. The conclusion was that no one had died in that house, and there had been no criminal cases in the vicinity.

I was finally cleared of suspicion, and the police warned the buyer not to come to our company to cause trouble anymore.

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I originally thought this farce had ended, but a few days later, the buyer came back again.

He shamelessly demanded a refund and even asked for compensation for their emotional distress.

OMG, this person really is a lunatic.

David called all the employees together and asked everyone to think of a solution. If this continues, we won’t be able to do business, and there won’t be any salaries next month. The employees were also helpless; after all, the police had already warned him, so what could we do?

I suddenly thought of an idea and said, “Since he claims the house is haunted, we should stay there for two nights. If everything is fine, it will prove that the house isn’t haunted at all.”

Everyone agreed after hearing this.

“Johnny still has the best ideas. Let’s see how they cause trouble then.”

David also approved of my suggestion and patted me on the shoulder, saying, “Since you sold the house and came up with the idea, I’m leaving this to you, Johnny.”

I didn’t hesitate and agreed immediately.

Besides, that house isn’t haunted, and even if it were, I wouldn’t be afraid.

Finally, David brought the buyer into the office and talked to him for a long time. The buyer finally agreed to let us stay in the house for two nights. The buyer seemed very confident, saying that if there were any issues with the house, we would need to bring the seller over to discuss a refund.

David and I were prepared for the worst-case scenario. If it really came down to a refund, we were ready to waive the agency fee, and I would give up my $10,000 commission. After all, if he continued causing trouble, the company’s losses would be even greater.

There was just one thing I didn’t understand. The buyer seemed so confident, as if he was sure that we would encounter something unusual if we stayed there for two nights.

I thought, even if we did encounter something unusual, as long as I don’t say anything when we leave and I lie, the house wouldn’t need to be refunded, right? Besides, since he made this promise himself, it’s to our advantage.

I really don’t believe there’s such a thing as a haunted house.

That night, David brought two high-definition cameras. Since we were going to prove that the house was fine, we needed evidence to support it. The footage from these high-definition cameras would be our proof, and not just the video—I would record the sound as well.

“Thank you, my dear Johnny,” David said jokingly as he handed me the camera. “If there’s a ghost, give me a call, but I hope it’s a female ghost.”

My relationship with David is better than his relationship with his girlfriend, so we often joke around.

“Alright, it’s not hard work; just consider it two days off for me.”

I took the camera and drove to the house.

Half an hour later, I arrived at the location.

I found a place to park the car, and just as I got out, I saw an old man in the distance staring at me.

The old man was quite elderly, leaning on a cane, and seemed very curious about me.

“Young man, are you new here?”

“Yes, I just moved in,” I replied.

Out of professional habit, I enjoy talking to people, so I started chatting with the old man: “I sold this house, but the buyer insists that there’s something wrong with it. I’m going to stay here for two nights to see if there really is a problem.”

The old man was taken aback and asked, “Which house?”

I pointed and said, “This one.”

The old man’s expression changed visibly, and he took a step back, looking at me. “Is this the house that was sold six months ago?”

I nodded and asked, “Have you lived in this area for a long time? Do you know about this house?”

The old man was quite talkative and said, “I’ve lived here for 20 years.”

I asked again, “Do you know if anything happened in this house?” I pointed to the house.

The old man looked up at it and then said, “This house has been sold twice, once when you sold it and once 15 years ago. After it was sold the first time, no one lived in it.”

I was surprised and said, “This house was sold before?”

The previous owner never mentioned this to me.

Of course, he didn’t have to mention it; it’s his right. After all, the number of times a house is sold doesn’t affect its subsequent sale.

But why did no one live in the house after it was sold the first time?

I continued to ask, “Was this house ever rented out?”

The old man shook his head. “It was never rented out; it’s always been empty. Young man, there’s nothing good about living in that house. You should leave.”

After saying that, the old man turned and walked away.