Nestled in the mountains of northern Albania, in a small, quiet village called Kodra, stood an ancient stone house, weathered by the years and almost forgotten by the world. The house was large for the village, with crumbling walls and ivy creeping through its broken windows. The villagers spoke of it in hushed whispers, calling it “The Silent House.”
The house had been abandoned for over five decades. Its last occupants, the Marku family, had disappeared mysteriously one cold night in December 1969. There were seven members in the family: the father, Gjon Marku, his wife Mira, their three children, and Gjon’s aging parents. They were a respected family, known for their hospitality and deep roots in the village. But after that fateful night, no one ever saw them again.
In time, the village accepted the house’s fate. No one dared move into it, and as the years passed, the Silent House became part of the landscape, as much a ghost as the legends that swirled around it. The doors remained bolted shut, though locals swore that they would sometimes find the front gate mysteriously open, as if someone—something—had come through in the dead of night.
To this day, travelers who pass through Kodra often stop to gaze at the house, feeling the strange pull of its mysteries. But none have ever dared to venture inside. The villagers warn them with the same old saying, “Those who enter the Silent House never return the same.”
