Day 6 started with the same eerie stillness that had haunted Travis Montgomery and Michael Cooper Williams since they moved into the old stone house in Columbus, Indiana. The previous night's investigation by the paranormal investigator had revealed a lingering sadness in the house, tied to a spirit, possibly of an elderly woman. The heavy, oppressive energy remained palpable, leaving them both feeling emotionally drained.

Travis, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, dialed Andy Herrera. They had to keep her in the loop—she had been a grounding presence through this increasingly bizarre and terrifying ordeal.

The phone rang twice before Andy answered.

"Travis, how's it going? How did the investigation turn out?"

Travis sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It was... intense. The investigator confirmed there's a spirit here—an elderly woman. She's not dangerous, but she's trapped in some kind of deep grief. Michael and I can feel it. It's like the house is full of sadness."

Andy was quiet for a moment, processing. "Wow. That's heavy. Did they say why she's still there?"

"She's mourning something, but we don't know what. The investigator suggested we could either bring in a medium or do a cleansing ritual, but we want to try and figure out who she is first," Travis explained. "We're hoping that maybe by learning more about her, we can help her move on."

Andy's voice was firm but concerned. "Be careful with this, Travis. You're dealing with something emotional, and you don't want to get sucked into it. Spirits like that can... well, they can mess with your head."

"We know," Michael chimed in, sitting down next to Travis. "We're just trying to piece together what happened here. It feels like there's more to the story."

"Well, if anyone can handle it, it's you two," Andy replied, her tone a little lighter. "Keep me posted."


After hanging up, Travis and Michael decided to take a new approach. They had learned about the rosary, the intense sadness, and even the strange sobbing of a woman, but none of it made sense. They needed more information—real, tangible details about the house and the people who lived here before them.

It was time to talk to the neighbors.


The first neighbor they spoke to lived directly across the street, an older man named Mr. Davis. He had lived in Columbus for most of his life and knew a lot about the local history. If anyone could shed light on the house's past, it would be him.

When Travis and Michael knocked on Mr. Davis's door, he answered with a warm smile, though his eyes held a flicker of curiosity.

"Can I help you boys?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Travis glanced at Michael before speaking. "Hi, Mr. Davis. We live in the old stone house across the way, and we've been trying to learn more about its history. We were wondering if you knew anything about the people who lived there before us?"

Mr. Davis raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. "Ah, the Chau house. I know a bit about it. The Chaus—Linh and Dang Chau—lived there for many years. They were a sweet elderly couple. Real quiet folks. They both passed away peacefully in hospice, though. Not in the house."

Michael frowned, confusion clear on his face. "So they didn't die in the house?"

"Nope," Mr. Davis replied. "They were both in their 90s when they passed. Their son, Anh Chau, was handling all their affairs. The house was put up for sale after they passed away, and I guess you two bought it after that."

Travis and Michael exchanged a glance. The information didn't add up. The sadness, the apparitions—why would there be such intense paranormal activity tied to the house if the couple had died peacefully elsewhere?

"That's... strange," Travis muttered. "Do you know if anything else happened in the house? Before the Chaus?"

Mr. Davis scratched his chin thoughtfully. "Not that I know of. The house has always had a bit of an old, eerie feel, but nothing like what you're talking about. I'd say if you want to know more, you should try speaking to the Chau family. They might have more details about the place."


Back home, Travis and Michael mulled over the conversation with Mr. Davis. It was perplexing—if the Chaus hadn't died in the house, why was there a spirit tied to it?

"I feel like we're missing something," Michael said, pacing the living room. "This doesn't make any sense. There's no reason for a spirit to be here if they didn't die in the house."

Travis nodded, his brow furrowed. "Yeah. But we've seen and felt too much to ignore it. Maybe there's something deeper, something connected to the family that we don't know about."

They decided to contact the Chau family, hoping that someone might be able to provide more answers. After a bit of research, they managed to get in touch with Anh Chau, the son of Linh and Dang.

But when they called Anh, the response was less than ideal.

"I'm sorry, I'm very busy right now," Anh said, his voice hurried. "I don't have time to discuss the house, but if you want to know more, you should speak with my brother, Huy. He knows more about the family's history than I do."

Before they could ask any more questions, Anh hung up, leaving Travis and Michael with more questions than answers.


Feeling more determined than ever, they took the next step and contacted Huy Chau, Anh's brother and Dang Chau's other son. They hoped that Huy might hold the key to unlocking the mysteries of the house.

The call with Huy was much more fruitful. He was calm, collected, and willing to share what he knew about the family and the house.

"My parents, Linh and Dang, loved that house," Huy explained over the phone. "They lived there for decades and always kept it well-maintained. After they passed, we knew it would be tough to let go of the house, but it was time. We never experienced anything strange there, but I will say this..."

Travis and Michael leaned in, their attention fully focused on Huy's voice.

"There was something my grandmother used to talk about," Huy continued. "Back when my parents first moved into the house, there was a story about an older woman who lived there before them. No one knew much about her—just that she was widowed young and lived alone for many years. My grandmother mentioned that she was known to be deeply religious, always carrying a rosary with her. She died alone in the house, but it was a long time ago. Before my family moved in."

Michael's eyes widened. "Wait—did you say she carried a rosary?"

"Yes," Huy confirmed. "She was very devout, from what I was told. But she died without much family, so her death wasn't widely remembered. My parents never had any issues in the house, but maybe... maybe she's the one lingering there."

Travis's mind raced as he processed the information. "So, the spirit we've been feeling... it could be her?"

Huy paused before responding. "It's possible. If she was deeply tied to the house, her spirit might still be there, carrying whatever grief or devotion she had in life."

After the call ended, Travis and Michael sat in stunned silence.

"The rosary," Travis muttered. "It must belong to her. She's the one who's been watching us, who's tied to this place."

Michael nodded slowly, his voice filled with quiet awe. "And all this time, we thought it was the Chaus. But it's not them—it's her. The old woman."


Later that day, they contacted Andy again to update her on their findings. Andy, much like them, was confused at first but intrigued by the deeper connection they had uncovered.

"So it wasn't the Chaus after all," Andy said over the phone, her tone thoughtful. "That actually makes more sense. If the Chaus passed peacefully and weren't tied to the house, it would explain why you weren't sensing them. But this older woman... she's still there."

"Exactly," Travis replied. "We think she's mourning something. Maybe her faith or someone she lost. But now we know why the rosary appeared, why there's so much grief."

Andy sighed. "Well, now that you know who you're dealing with, what's the next step? Are you going to try to help her move on?"

Travis exchanged a glance with Michael before responding. "We're going to try. We've come this far—we can't leave her like this."

Andy's voice was firm but supportive. "Just be careful. If you need help, call me anytime. Don't let this get out of control."

"We will," Travis promised.


As the day came to a close, Travis and Michael sat together, reflecting on everything they had learned. The old woman's story, her deep connection to the house, and her lingering grief—everything was starting to fall into place.

The house had been her home, her sanctuary. And now, it was up to them to help her find peace.

But as night began to fall, they both knew one thing for certain:

The spirit wasn't done with them yet. The next step in uncovering her full story would be even more challenging—and dangerous.

Whatever lay ahead, they would face it together.