In my village there is a very old house. It was built in 1540.The owner of the house he was a famous painter.

My grandpa has told to me his father killed people there. He cut heads of people. One day all the kids were playing in the village square. It was getting dark. My cousin and I went and hide in the house. Suddenly we heard a screaming and we saw a ghost with no head on. We were very scared and run home. We have never been there again from that night.