The Curse of House No. 17 – A Horror Story
The Tragedy That Started It All
In one of the quiet neighborhoods of Sydney, Australia, stood an old house marked with the number 17. A small garden and tangled trees surrounded it, as if they were trying to conceal the horrors lurking inside. From the outside, the family living there seemed perfect, but behind closed doors, a true nightmare unfolded.
George Miller, a man in his mid-forties, was known for his temper and excessive anger, especially toward his wife, Lisa. No one knew the extent of the abuse she endured behind those walls, nor the horror she lived through—until the day the entire neighborhood was shaken.
That fateful night, the neighbors heard a piercing scream, followed by sudden silence. Moments later, flames engulfed the house. When the police arrived, they were met with a horrifying scene: Lisa’s charred corpse, and her children scattered in the garden—thrown from the window by their own father, who desperately tried to convince everyone that she had taken her own life.
The police didn’t buy his story. George was arrested and later confessed to his crime. He was sentenced to life in prison, but the curse he left behind was far worse than anyone could have imagined.
The House Becomes Haunted
After the crime, House No. 17 remained abandoned for some time. Eventually, a new family bought it for an unbelievably low price, despite hearing whispers of its dark past. But they didn’t last a month before fleeing in terror, mumbling stories about strange noises, weeping at midnight, and objects shattering on their own in the kitchen.
The whole neighborhood started calling it "Lisa’s House." People swore that whenever they walked by, a sudden chill ran down their spines, as if the air itself turned colder. Some claimed to have seen a shadowy figure standing behind the window. Others reported hearing muffled cries from within.
Years passed, and tenants came and went, but none lasted more than a few weeks. Some spoke of seeing a grotesque female apparition. Others described hearing desperate pleas and agonized whispers—just like the night Lisa died.
An Uncalculated Adventure
Two years ago, Daniel and his friend Mark—young thrill-seekers obsessed with the paranormal—decided to spend a night inside House No. 17, convinced that the ghost stories were nothing but urban legends.
Armed with recording equipment and flashlights, they entered the house, laughing at the foolish tales spread by the locals. At first, everything seemed normal. But as midnight approached, things took a terrifying turn.
First, all the lights flickered and died. Then, the unmistakable sound of footsteps echoed from the upstairs hallway, even though they were sure they were alone.
Mark froze.
— "Daniel… did you hear that?" he whispered.
Before Daniel could respond, a woman’s whisper brushed against their ears. They leapt back, spinning in all directions, but saw nothing. Then, a loud crash came from the kitchen, as if someone had smashed a glass with unbridled fury.
That was enough. They bolted for the door, but to their horror, it wouldn’t budge—as if some unseen force was holding it shut.
And then, they heard it. A voice, chilling and hollow, whispering right behind them:
— "Why did you leave me?"
A Mysterious Ending
The next morning, neighbors found the house’s front door wide open. But Daniel and Mark were nowhere to be found. They had vanished without a trace.
House No. 17 remained locked, surrounded by whispers and rumors. But it had now become more than just a house—it was a graveyard of secrets, a curse waiting to claim its next victim.
Had Lisa’s spirit sought vengeance? Or had the house become a gateway to a realm of no return?
No one knew for sure. But one thing was certain: those who entered never left the same.
A Return to House No. 17
Five years after Daniel and Mark’s disappearance, their case remained unsolved. Police searched every corner of the house—examining the basement, the walls, even using police dogs—but there was no trace of them. The only thing they found was their camera, still functioning up until the very last moment.
When they reviewed the footage, it started normally—laughter, teasing, exploration. But at midnight, the video glitched. Unintelligible whispers filled the audio. And in the final frame, before the screen went black, a distorted woman’s face stared directly into the lens.
Investigative Journalist Enters the Horror
After the incident, no one dared to step foot inside the house. But in 2023, Ethan Collins—a journalist specializing in paranormal investigations—decided to uncover the truth himself.
Equipped with high-tech cameras, he hired a technician named Sam and headed straight to House No. 17.
Upon arrival, an eerie feeling settled over them. Sam hesitated.
— "Ethan… I have a bad feeling about this place."
But Ethan wasn’t one for superstition. He believed everything had a rational explanation. They entered and began filming each room one by one. But as they approached the kitchen, the camera suddenly shut off.
— "That’s impossible! The battery was full!" Sam exclaimed, frantically trying to restart it.
Then, from upstairs, they heard it. Heavy, deliberate footsteps descending the staircase. Ethan froze. Sam whispered, his voice shaking:
— "Ethan… we need to leave."
But Ethan wasn’t ready to turn back. Raising his backup camera, he climbed the stairs, Sam reluctantly following behind.
At the top, they found a locked door. Without warning, it creaked open—an invitation, or a warning?
The Final Confrontation
Inside, an ancient mirror stood tall. But what reflected back wasn’t their own images. Instead, two faded figures stared back at them—Daniel and Mark, their eyes hollow and lifeless.
And then, behind them, Lisa appeared. Her charred body, her face grotesquely twisted with rage.
— "Why did you come back?"
The room trembled. A piercing scream erupted from all directions. Ethan and Sam bolted for the door, but it slammed shut violently.
Ethan felt an invisible force pressing against his chest, dragging him inward. He fought with everything he had, but his arms grew heavy. His vision darkened.
The last thing he heard was a chilling whisper:
— "No one leaves…"
The Open-Ended Horror
The next day, the house’s door was found ajar once more. This time, the police discovered cameras and recording devices. But Ethan and Sam? They were gone—just like Daniel and Mark.
The house was officially sealed off, a warning sign nailed to the front: "DANGER – DO NOT ENTER."
But the neighbors still whisper. They still hear the sobs at night. Sometimes, shadows move behind the locked windows.
House No. 17 is no longer just a house. It is a horror story made real—a place that swallows all who dare to uncover its secrets.
So… will anyone be brave enough to step inside again?
Maybe.
But those who do… will never return the same.
Here I complete the horror story. If you are interested, write to me, Asmar. Thank you.
