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But the moment you drove up to its rusted gates… There was something…. ELSE…

When we left the house after our second walk-through – I found the landlord standing on the beach smoking a cigarette… He was an intense man… Didn’t smile a lot… In fact – he didn’t smile at all. I think this is what concerned me the most. Even the most straight faced, and serious of people smile… But not him. He seemed worried that we were here… His being worried – worried me.

That afternoon – the landlord directed us to a local restaurant. We all walked, and he joined us. While at lunch, I asked if someone would ask the Landlord the history of the house… (I don’t speak Spanish – so all of this was being done through translators).

I will never forget his response…

With cold, almost hollow eyes he looked directly at me and said something in Spanish. It was translated back to me. “Are you sure you really want to know?”

How could I not?! I mean… come on… I nodded…

For the next ten minutes – the man talked. Never once smiling… never once breaking eye contact with me. Part of me felt it was a warning… Part of me thought it was all a prank – scare the American…

The following weeks would prove his story to be anything but a joke.

As his story was translated back to me – I felt myself becoming increasingly more and more uncomfortable.

The Landlord’s tale started back in the early 1900′s. A Spanish Marquis purchased the house for himself, his young daughter, and his brother to move into. In 1917 the neighbors had noticed that the Marquis’ daughter was never around. They inquired, and he would tell them that she was with her mother on vacation.

However as the year passed, the neighbors became increasingly more concerned as the daughter never returned. Soon thereafter it was discovered that the daughter WAS NOT at the Mother’s – and the Mother had gone to the police, fearing something had happened after she had stopped hearing from her.

An investigation was launched in early 1918. Later that year, the Marquis’ brother came forward and admitted to killing the girl ‘accidentally.’ The Marquis, fearing for his political career – and in order to protect his brother – helped cover up the death of the girl.

Both men were arrested…

By 1920 – the house was empty – and became a local legend within the community that the brother was into the Occult, and the daughter did not ‘accidentally’ die – but instead was sacrificed.

Now… How much of that above story is true?

Maybe none of it…