{"id":95960,"date":"2024-10-25T14:58:45","date_gmt":"2024-10-25T07:58:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/?p=95960"},"modified":"2024-10-25T14:58:45","modified_gmt":"2024-10-25T07:58:45","slug":"animal-bones-started-appearing-on-my-doorstep-i-set-up-a","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/animal-bones-started-appearing-on-my-doorstep-i-set-up-a\/","title":{"rendered":"Animal Bones Started Appearing on My Doorstep \u2014 I Set Up a&hellip;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Animal Bones Started Appearing on My Doorstep \u2014 I Set Up a Security Camera to Find Out What It Meant&hellip;\n<p>When animal bones started showing on my doorstep, my husband dismissed it as a prank. But as they kept coming, fear crept in. I immediately set up a hidden camera to catch the culprit, and what it revealed was far more chilling than I ever dreamt up.\n</p><p>The first week in the new house felt like wearing someone else\u2019s shoes. Everything was just slightly off.\n</p><p>Our neighbors kept their distance, barely managing a nod when we waved. Even the kids seemed to hurry past our yard.\n</p><p>The streets felt eerily quiet like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.\n</p><p><img fetchpriority='\"high\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-96028 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/lorevista.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/animal-bonds.png%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"1080\"' height='\"1350\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/animal-bonds.png' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'>\n</p><p>Our six-year-old daughter Emma refused to sleep in her new room because she heard whispers in the walls. Our four-year-old son Tommy, who usually slept like a rock, kept waking up crying, begging to leave \u201cthe scary house.\u201d\n</p><p>Then came that first morning. I stepped out to install our new mailbox, breathing in the crisp morning air, when I saw a neat pile of animal bones right on our doorstep.\n</p><p>\u201cGeorge!\u201d I shrieked. \u201cGeorge, come here! Right now!\u201d\n</p><p>He rushed out, still in his pajama pants, almost tripping over the doorframe.\n</p><p>\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, hon?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cJust neighborhood kids playing pranks. Has to be.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cKids? What kind of kids play with bones?\u201d I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling suddenly cold despite the warm morning sun. \u201cThis isn\u2019t normal, George. Nothing about this place is normal. First the neighbors, now this?\u201d\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-95935 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/lorevista.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/ece2f3c8eabdb4be96fdeff49532dde9039d708bacb668fb7dacb5693c64d0a6-640x960-1.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"640\"' height='\"960\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/ece2f3c8eabdb4be96fdeff49532dde9039d708bacb668fb7dacb5693c64d0a6-640x960-1.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'><br>\nThe next morning, more bones appeared. Larger ones this time, arranged in a perfect circle.\n</p><p>We spent the afternoon knocking on doors. Most people barely cracked them open, offering nothing but blank stares and quick head shakes.\n</p><p>One woman slammed the door in our faces when we mentioned our address. The sound echoed down the empty street like a gunshot.\n</p><p>Then we met Hilton. He lived two houses down, in a weathered Victorian villa with overgrown bushes and peeling paint. Unlike the others, he opened his door wide and was almost eager to talk.\n</p><p>\u201cYou should leave. While you can. Before it claims you too.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cMary, let\u2019s go,\u201d George tugged at my arm. \u201cThis guy\u2019s just trying to scare us.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cThe bones will keep coming,\u201d Hilton called after us. \u201cThey always do. They\u2019re a war:ning! Get out of there before it\u2019s too late.\u201d<br>\nI couldn\u2019t sleep that night. George held me close, whispering reassurances, but nothing helped.\n</p><p>The next morning, we found a pile of bones in our fireplace. They were scattered across the hearth, some still warm to the touch, as if they\u2019d been dropped down recently.\n</p><p>\u201cThat\u2019s it,\u201d I said, my hands shaking as I made coffee.\n</p><p>\u201cWe\u2019re putting up cameras. I don\u2019t care what it costs. Someone is doing this, and we\u2019re going to catch them.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cAlready ordered them,\u201d George replied, showing me his phone.\n</p><p>\u201cThey\u2019ll be here tomorrow. Best rated online, with night vision and motion sensors. Nothing will get past these.\u201d\n</p><p><img decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-96031 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/lorevista.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/e57bd546974cdec24654fda9c1005c2b2ee22ee5c57e436aea63017adcc96edd-768x512-1.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"768\"' height='\"512\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/e57bd546974cdec24654fda9c1005c2b2ee22ee5c57e436aea63017adcc96edd-768x512-1.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'><br>\n\u201cWhat if it\u2019s really something supernatural?\u201d I whispered, glancing at the kids eating breakfast. \u201cWhat if Hilton\u2019s right? What if there\u2019s something wrong with this house?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cThen we\u2019ll deal with it,\u201d George said.\n</p><p>\u201cBut first, we need proof of what\u2019s actually happening. No more speculation, no more fear. We get facts.\u201d\n</p><p>As we set up the hidden cameras behind the porch plants and on the tree in the backyard that night, George squeezed my hand. \u201cWhatever this is, we\u2019ll face it together. Like we always have.\u201d\n</p><p>The footage was clear as day. Hilton, our worried neighbor, was sneaking up our driveway at 3 a.m. and scattering bones from a cloth bag.<br>\nAnother clip showed him on our roof, dropping more down the chimney. The timestamp showed 3:47 a.m., his face clearly visible in the infrared light.\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m calling the police,\u201d George angrily said, grabbing his phone. \u201cThat sick moron\u2019s been terrorizing our family. All his talk about the house being cursed\u2026 he was just trying to scare us away!\u201d\n</p><p>When the officers arrived and arrested Hilton, his wife broke down in tears.\n</p><p>\u201cHe\u2019s obsessed,\u201d she sobbed, seeing the footage on my phone. \u201cThe previous owner, Mr. Miller, told him about some treasure before he di:ed. Hilton\u2019s been having dreams about it. He thought if he scared you away\u2014\u201d\n</p><p>Surprisingly, we found a wooden chest under a loose floorboard, just where Hilton had suspected. Inside weren\u2019t gold bars or precious gems, but old copper candlesticks and vintage jewelry, tarnished with age but still beautiful.\n</p><p><img loading='\"lazy\"' decoding='\"async\"' class='\"aligncenter' size-full wp-image-96030 src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/lorevista.com%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/e3ad5c7f31ed9b85127a5a68cc943bc4d24c93844ee7fcc95bb4191c4c089932-768x512-1.webp%5C%22" alt='\"\"' width='\"768\"' height='\"512\"' srcset='\"https:\/\/lorevista.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/e3ad5c7f31ed9b85127a5a68cc943bc4d24c93844ee7fcc95bb4191c4c089932-768x512-1.webp' https: sizes='\"(max-width:'><br>\n\u201cThey\u2019re family heirlooms,\u201d the previous owner\u2019s daughter explained when we called her. \u201cDad was always talking about them, but we thought he was confused in his final days. They belong in a museum. Thank you for finding them.\u201d\n</p><p>That night, George and I sat on our porch swing, watching the stars. Emma and Tommy were finally sleeping peacefully in their rooms, the house quiet except for the gentle creaking of the swing.\n</p><p>\u201cCan you believe all this?\u201d I asked, leaning into his warmth. \u201cA grown man playing ghost with animal bones, all for what? Some old candlesticks and antique jewelry?\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cPeople do crazy things for money, honey. But hey, at least we know our house isn\u2019t haunted!\u201d\n</p><p>I laughed, finally feeling at home. \u201cNo, just visited by a bone-scattering neighbor with treasure fever!\u201d\n</p><p>Sometimes I still check our doorstep first thing in the morning, just in case. Old habits die hard, I guess. But now when I look at our house, I don\u2019t see a mistake or a source of fear. I see home, complete with our occasional feline visitor, who\u2019s always more welcome than bone-scattering neighbors.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"</p><p>Animal Bones Started Appearing on My Doorstep \u2014 I Set Up a Security Camera to Find Out What It Meant&hellip; When animal bones started showing on my doorstep, my husband dismissed it as a prank. But as they kept coming, fear crept in. 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