Sara's mother repeated the same incident in the bathroom. Exactly as if it were a magic ritual. Sara was thinking of moving. Maybe the house was haunted...

She couldn't stop thinking about Roger in his warm hands and her lips...she attended to her mother again and went to her room. That night she dreamed of Roger but he did not have his own face but a very different one and she saw him winged, hahaha like an angel or something similar.

This house is definitely haunted, she thought. She started reading about strange happenings in haunted houses.

Almost all of us love a good mystery, but few are those who would volunteer to offer themselves as tributes to live according to what things in their own flesh. Now, they exist; lunatics who would love the chance to spend a night in a haunted house, for example. To others, on the contrary, it would not be funny at all; much less someone tricks them into buying a house that might be haunted. Well, thanks to an unprecedented ruling, no longer can anyone be fooled into buying a house that is rumored to be haunted. Because it's one thing to delve into the paranormal as a hobby, but quite another to be scammed into becoming a ghost's roommate.

The Nyack "haunted" house is famous among lovers of the paranormal.

This is precisely what happened to an American couple, Patrice and Jeffrey Stambovsky, who bought a house in Nyack, New York, without anyone telling them about a small but crucial detail: the house was haunted. Its previous owner, Helen Ackley, was convinced that there were ghosts in the building, but it did not occur to her to mention it to the new buyers so as not to lose the sale. As a result, the Stambovskys sued the property's previous owner, and the case set a precedent: Known as the "Ghostbusters ruling," the judge declared the house "legally haunted," and that its paranormal status should be part of the conditions for any of your future sales. But how did you get to that sentence?

The Stambovskys had no idea that something paranormal could possibly exist, but it was well known in Nyack. Previous tenants had denounced the existence of the ghosts, with statements collected in different media at the national level. What's more, the Ackleys, who had lived in the house since they moved in in 1977, would have been among those who would have sworn that there was at least one ghost in the house, which would have been in the house since the 1960s. It deals with Sir George and his wife, Lady Margaret, a couple who would have died in the United Kingdom in 1750; or at least that's what a psychic hired by the Ackleys confirmed in an attempt to communicate with them.

Helen Ackley's son would also have confirmed the existence of a third ghost, a soldier from the Civil War, with whom he would have had a "meeting" face to face. According to Helen Ackley herself, the ghosts were engaged in having conversations in empty rooms, slamming doors, moving furniture... but they gave gifts to the family. However, something changed over the years, to the point that Ackley believed that her husband's premature death was due to the existence of ghosts.

When she decided to sell, Helen Ackley decided to keep the paranormal details about the house quiet, knowing that given her fame, it would be impossible to sell. Only when the Stambovskys paid the down payment to buy the property did details about the supposed existence of the ghosts begin to be discussed.

It was at that moment that the couple decided to sue the previous owners for omission of information. The New York Supreme Court found in favor of the buyers, and it was found to be "haunted" due to the impossibility of proving that the house was haunted with a simple inspection, but taking into account the reputation and what was said about the property over the years.

The curious thing is that, after the sentence, the Ackleys received dozens of calls from buyers interested in taking over the haunted house, including mentalists or fans of the paranormal. In the end, Helen Ackley was able to sell the property in 1991 for almost two million dollars, which is a price considerably higher than any of the properties in the area. However, there could now be another "tenant" in the house: Helen Ackley passed away in 2003, and her relatives are convinced that her ghost remains on the property.

Everything is so strange. Roger is also... What do you intend with that business? Is love what is involved?

Sara decided to play her guitar to de-stress. Suddenly her bracelet completely closed off her, she was left behind the strings of her guitar! She had to ask her friend Nelia for help to get all the strings.

After the incident, she began to read topics related to music and strange events. Robert Johnson passed through life like a shadow. His date of birth is unknown, his cause of death is unknown (poison murder seems likely), and those who treated him remembered him as someone fleeting, elusive, smiling, friendless, on a continuous journey. In the words of Martin Scorsese, one of his devotees: "Robert Johnson only existed on his records, he was pure legend."

There are three headstones dedicated to Johnson over three supposed graves. It doesn't seem like any of them are authentic.

Many biographers and musicians have worked for years to unearth some facts. Half-sister Carrie seemed to remember that her mother had told her that Robert was born on May 8, 1911, in Hazlehurst, Mississippi. It is possible, but there are no records. They say that Robert's father abandoned the family because a group of white landowners were after him to lynch him. It is known that in 1929, at the age of 18, he married Virginia Travis, and that Virginia died the following year while she was giving birth.

The bluesman Son House knew Robert Johnson at that unfortunate time, and remembered him as a lousy guitarist, lacking in the slightest talent. Son House recounted that Robert Johnson disappeared for a few months, and that he returned transformed into a supreme master of the guitar. That is where the legend of the devil began, about which Johnson himself once spoke. He said that, in effect, he had sold his soul. Six of his songs talked about the devil.

Subsequent investigations indicate that it took House not a few months, but almost two years, to meet Johnson again. In any case, Robert Johnson learned to play, sing and compose as an adult and in a very short time. Attention, we are not talking about normal levels. We are talking about the best bluesman of all time. We are talking about the composer of Love in vain. We are talking about a man who only left two recording sessions and today is considered one of the best guitarists in history. When the Rolling Stones covered Love in Vain for the Let It Bleed album, Keith Richards refused to interpret it as blues lest he incur sacrilege.

In November 1936, Robert Johnson recorded several songs in San Antonio, Texas. Among them, Crossroad blues (The blues of the crossroads). If you listen to it ("I went to the crossroads and fell to my knees, I asked the Lord, have mercy, please save poor Bob"), you will believe that Johnson did indeed have a terrible experience at a crossroads, because in her voice carries absolute terror. It seems plausible, and less supernatural, that at a crossroads he would have been in serious danger of lynching. The following year, in Dallas, Texas, he recorded another handful of songs. One of them was Love in vain, wonderful, immensely sad.

Robert Johnson died on August 16, 1938, at the age of 27, at a crossroads near Greenwood, Mississippi. Everything suggests that he was poisoned. Musician Sonny Boy Williamson, who was playing with him in those days, explained that someone put strychnine in Johnson's whiskey for a mess of skirts. There are three headstones in Greenwood dedicated to Robert Johnson, over three supposed graves. None appear to be authentic. It is believed (at least Sony, which edits his recordings) believes that the guitarist was buried under a tree, without a headstone or cross, next to the crossroads.

In his song Me and the Devil, Robert Johnson said, "Bury my body by the roadside, so my wicked old spirit can hop on a Greyhound bus and ride."

The junction of Highways 61 and 49 in Clarksdale, Mississippi, where the devil is supposed to have tuned Johnson's guitar, has become a place of pilgrimage.