England; The House

It was late evening, it was dark out, it was cold, I was in England visiting an uncle.
I stood at a window on the second floor of his house and gazed out at the night sky. I noticed a bright light coming from the house next door. They were having a party of some sort. Lots of people dressed up in costumes, I thought it must have been a flapper dress theme party, they looked like they came right out of the movies. I called my uncle over to see the people at the party, he didn't hear me. I went in to his room and told him to come and see the funny dressed people next door. He shook his head, there are no people next door. I argued and told him exactly what I saw. after some convincing he went to the window, looked out and got really mad at me. I went to stand next to him, looked out the window and saw nothing. Just a dark house. No lights, no party, no people.

There was something about that house, I knew there was something, I could see and feel it. No one believed me.

Then about a week later people came to remodel one side of the house that they rented out as offices. They broke through a wall and found dog bones buried in what was once a fireplace.

Strangely enough a month before a woman mentioned seeing a large black dog leaping out of that very same wall and running down the hall. No one believed her either, until they found the bones.