You know that house at the top of the hill? Have you ever noticed how nice it looks despite sitting empty for more than three decades? No one ever goes in or approaches the place and yet it looks as perfect as ever.

Legend has it six brothers used to live there. Six of the handsomest men this town has ever seen. They were the desire of the women and envy of the men. One woman coveted them the most. She was the daughter of the town’s mayor. Anything and everything she wanted she got. No one denied her anything. And what she wanted most was at least one of the six brothers who lived at the top of the hill.

Unfortunately the five oldest rejected her advances as soon as she made her intentions known. Humiliated but still determined she set her sights on the youngest brother. She followed him everywhere he went. At his work she would bring him food; when he went for a run she waited for him and gave him water and a towel; if he was out with his brothers or his friends she would just coincidently be in the same place. The boy thought she was just being friendly but his brothers could see her intentions as clear as day. They warned her to stay away or there would be dire consequences. She ignored them and thought of a plan to rid herself of the barriers to her happiness.

One night she snuck into the house on the hill and carried out a sinister plot. Systematically going through each room she killed the brothers. The eldest sat in the dining room enjoying a late dinner. She quietly crept behind him and a knife into his back right through to his heart. As she left the room one of the middle brothers ran into her. They had a brief encounter ending with the second smallest boy dead and broken among fallen statues. She quickly moved to another room. It was a bedroom with the most angelic brother sleeping peacefully. The woman carefully moved to the bed. Grabbing an extra pillow she proceeded to smother the man. Through the adjoining door she heard someone moving around. She rushed the door and knocked the tallest brother across the room and into the tub. Water splashed everywhere as his head struck porcelain killing him instantly. With the four oldest dead she went to find the two youngest. They were together in the back sitting room just reading. In her manic state she shot both before either could think to runaway. The next morning they found her cooking in the brothers’ kitchen claiming her love was waiting for his breakfast.

They say the brothers relive that night each full moon, and any woman who dares enter will face the very fate meant for their murderess.