Welcome to "Hillside Estate"
Cache is located at the end of our driveway. Rest assured, the neighbors are aware. You may get a visit by the neighboorhood kids, they too, are aware. They have no knowledge of what to do, so don`t expect any help. Since this is a private residence, if the streetlight is on, please come back another time. So no night time caching allowed.
As for the cache, everything you need to sign (except a writing instrument) the log is provided either at GZ or within this cache page. There is nothing that needs taken apart, so please do not try to pry, unscrew, shake, rattle or roll the cache. Smile, we`ll be watching. Once you gain access to the logbook, please do not leave anything inside the cache.There will be a prize for the FTF, aside from that No trackables or trades please. Please leave everything as you found it and please do not set it up to make it easier or harder for others. As with all these cache types, you will need to have your name on the logbook in order to receive credit. No name, no smile. Please, no spoiler images.
On a cold Halloween night, a group of fRiends decided to explore the old Hillside Estate, long abandoned and rumored to be haunted. Legends spoke of a family who had vanished without a trace, their whispers Echoing through the walls.
As they entered, the door creaked ominously behind Them. The air was thick with dust and memories, and the faint flicker of their two flashlights danced on the peeling wallpaper. They joked to ease their nerves, but unease crept in as they descended into the basement.
The basement was dark, and the air felt heavy. Suddenly, A cold breeze swept through, extinguishing their lights. Panic set in, and they fumbled to turn them back on. When the beams flickered back to life, one of their friends was missing.
"Where’s Sara?" someone whispered. They called her name, but only silence answered. Fear gripped them as they retraced their steps, searching every corner of the Estate. As they moved through the halls, shadows seemed to tWist and turn, just out of sight.
They heard a soft giGgle, echoing through the air. It sounded eerily familiar. "Sara?" they called again, but the giggle grew louder, more sinister. They finally reached the attic, where the laughter intensified. There, they found a dusty old mirror, its surface covered in grime.
SuddeNly, Sara’s face appeared in the mirror, smiling widely, but her eyes were hollow. “Help me,” she mouthed, her voice a whisper that sent chills down their spines. They tried to pull her out, but the glass held her captive.
The friends began to feel an Icy grip on their hearts. Panic surged, and they backed away from the mirror, realizing it was a portal—a trap for those who dared to enter. As they turned to flee, they saw silhouettes forming in the corners of the attic, the spirits of the seven family members who had vanished.
They raced down the stairs, but the door slammed shut. The laughteR now surrounded them, echoing through the walls as the shadows closed in. The friends were drawn Back, their screams fading into the haunting giggles of the mansion.
Two days later, a local group of ghost hunters explored Hillside Estate, only to find it silent and empty. The door creaked open for them, inviting them in. As they stepped inside, the wind howled, and faint whispers echoed through the halls, waiting for the next curious souls to join the lost.