Everyone knew that this street was deemed haunted. Even when it was newly built, no one would go near it. Maybe it was the spine chilling fact that everyone who has ever lived there has either died or shocked silly. The rent was cheap and affordable, and the houses were spacious. No one dared step foot in any of the houses; no one but Clark. No, Clark was not foolish nor thick. Clark was just out of money, out of hope and out of options. He had to live in the house.
Weary and tired Clark dragged his body into bed. The moment his head touched the pillow, he fell fast asleep, only to be woken by music in the middle of the night. Clark sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Who on EARTH could be up this late playing... Classical music?" The music was clearly the works of Beethoven. He pressed his ear against a large wooden door in his room that he was yet to explore. The music was obviously coming from inside here. He opened the door with a flourish, expecting the unexpected. What he saw was definitely unexpected. A solid brick wall with a tiny peephole in the middle. Curious, he leaned closer, but curiouser was what he saw on the other side.
A pretty young girl in a long white dress dancing to a stereo on the middle of his lawn. She had her back to him, but there was something about her that made Clark keep staring. Maybe it was the fact that she was a really good dancer. Maybe it was her elegance, her poise. Maybe it was the mystery of her appearance. Maybe it was because of a lot of things, but one thing was for sure. Clark was in love with her. All through the night, he watched her. He didn't know why, and he did not find it strange that she was on his lawn, dancing in the middle of the night.
Only until the young girl with the long white dress run away did Clark realize that it was already morning. In a daze, he stumbled back to bed, as if in a trance. All through the day, he did nothing but think. Thinking about the girl. He went to bed as usual that night, and yet again, he was woken up by music. He scrambled over towards the door, pulling it open and staring intently through the peephole. He saw the girl once again; this time, she seemed even more beautiful. Her hair, a waterfall of cascading golden silk. Her skin, an exquisite sight to behold. She was gorgeous, and Clark knew it.
For weeks and weeks, Clark admired her elegance and her beauty until one night, he did not see the girl. He woke to the music, but when he looked through the peephole, he did not see her. Instead, he saw a sea of red. Confused, Clark went back to bed, forgetting all about the girl in the long white dress, and instead, he thought about the leaky pipes, and how he needed someone to fix them.
The next day, Clark called a local handyman in to fix the leaks. The man was an old, frail person, who looked like he had seen a lot of things in his years on earth. He suddenly thought of the girl again.
"Excuse me, but do you know if there are any young girls who live down this street?"
"No one would be crazy enough to live down this street young man. The howls at night could make a brave man as petrified as a mouse."
"Really? A tall, blonde girl? Around 18 or 19 years old? Surely you have! She's a VERY good dancer!"
"You mean Janette? Yes, she is a very good dancer. She could have gotten into any dance school she wanted to, but you know those schools that they used to have, useless I tell you, useless! Too bad she wasn't around when they did accept her."
"What do you mean she wasn't around? I swear I saw her a few days ago! And anyway, she's a great dancer, why didn't they accept her immediately?"
"She died many years ago... They didn't accept her because..."
The old handyman hesitated before he answered.
"She was never accepted because of her eyes. She had no pupils, her eyes were just red."