I just moved into a somewhat old house but the cost was well worth it, so I didn't mind too much and decided to move in as soon as possible.
As soon as I started to move boxes and furniture full of memories I began to experience an unusual cold in summer, but eventually I did not pay attention to it. So I continued my work alone as usual, but I began to hear voices, which made me quite curious and I began to look for where they came from.
I was afraid, the weather began to change abruptly and everything became a little gray, so I was wrapped in a totally gloomy atmosphere. Despite that I took courage and kept looking for where those macabre laughs I was hearing came from, so I had to go down to the basement and put my ear on an old wall that let me see some pipes that was next to the stairs and suddenly I heard nothing more, only silence, so after a couple of seconds I hear whispers and I thought to talk to the wall also as a whisper saying:
What are you trying to say?
To which to my surprise they respond in a whisper:
Welcome to hell
I abruptly remove myself from that wall, truly perplexed and a wave of unfortunate events begins in the house. To the point that I came to the decision to look for a father as a last resort or I would have to sell at a lower price than the one I bought.
The father had no better luck than me, so I was forced to sell the house.
I still drive by in my car and see families come and go, no one stays for long. I guess the plumbing ghosts do their thing and have a lot of things to communicate to its inhabitants.