Elizabeth and Mesiak had been married for six years before they finally found their dream home.

After living in tiny apartments and rental houses, they were ready for a real home — one with a big backyard for their kids (who at this time were dogs, not people), a sizeable kitchen worthy of Elizabeth’s culinary talent and a bathroom that didn’t force you to put your feet in the shower to use the facilities.

The couple soon found a nearly 100-year-old home that, at 3,000 square feet, met all their requirements. But they had a concern. There seemed to be an extraordinary number of broken windows and several damaged upstairs doors.

The seller reassured them he’d broken the glass during renovations. The doors were simple wear-and-tear.

Undeterred, the couple decided to buy the house and make it their home.

After signing their lives away to the mortgage company, Liz (as her father was fond of calling her) and Mesiak took two weeks to get the house ready before they officially moved in. It needed it ... the house was last decorated about 1970.

So they painted. And painted. And painted.

All the while, Liz and Mesiak felt comfortable and safe. No ominous noises or odd sights.

The time soon came for the big move ... and their first night in the house.

It was quiet that first night. The silence was unnerving. An old house should creak and groan.

Liz and Mesiak put it off to having lived on a major thoroughfare for the last year.

The second night was the same. Liz turned on the ceiling fan to at least have some white noise.

By the third night, Liz and Mesiak had accepted the silence, even if it still kind of creeped them out.

Returning from work for night five, Liz hung up her coat as Mesiak went to the back of the house to let the dogs out for their evening constitutional.

Mesiak screaming Liz’s name broke the silence. She rushed back to the family room to find ...