“She’s not who she says she is.”. He warns them as they arrive. The house is dark and deserted. The only light coming from the full moon shinning high above within the stars. The “For Sale” sign swaying in the breeze. They ignore his warning and keep moving. It’s a beautiful 19th century house. Four bedrooms, three baths, huge open floor plan downstairs with a beautiful fire place cascading up the wall. The fire burns bright, casting shadows all around. They immediately fall in love with the place and buy it right then and there. Months go by and everything is going great. Then, one day they’re sitting on the porch swing reading and hear a loud crash from inside. The foyers chandelier is shattered across the floor. With no idea what caused it they sweep the mess and move on. As time goes on more and more peculiar things begin to happen. The fire lights itself, they hear voices through the walls when no one else is there, the chandelier falls over and over again. They begin to worry and soon recall the warning they were eerily given upon their first arrival. “She’s not who she says she is” the man warned them. Beginning to worry, they do some digging. All they find is more and more horror stories about what’s happened within these walls. More and more death and decay. They finally realize and understand what the man was warning them about on that very first day. The house isn’t at all who she says she is. The secrets and torment run far too deep to be taken care of. All that’s left to do, is put it back on the market.