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Friday, June 20th 2025. | Halloween

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The Curious Case of 66 Sim Lane: A Haunted House Tale

66 Sim Lane. The address alone whispers of spectral shenanigans. Every SimNation neighborhood has one, that perpetually darkening house on the outskirts, perpetually for sale, perpetually…empty. Or so it seems. My Sims, bless their digital hearts, always seem drawn to these properties like moths to a flickering streetlight. And the results? Well, let’s just say the plumbob above their heads often shifted from a cheerful green to a terrified yellow.

The legends surrounding 66 Sim Lane varied depending on which Sim you asked. Some claimed it was the site of a tragic accident involving a clumsy chef and an overzealous deep fryer. Others whispered of a scorned lover driven to madness, forever roaming the halls searching for their lost beau. My personal favorite? The tale of Mortimer Goth’s eccentric great-aunt, Agatha, who practiced amateur necromancy and accidentally bound her own spirit to the property. Regardless of the origin, the consensus was clear: 66 Sim Lane was haunted.

My first foray into this spectral abode involved the Pancakes family. Bob and Eliza, ever optimistic, saw the dilapidated mansion as a “fixer-upper,” a diamond in the rough. They cheerfully ignored the constant flickering lights, the objects that mysteriously levitated, and the faint, mournful organ music that seemed to emanate from the basement at 3 AM. Eliza, ever the pragmatist, attributed it all to faulty wiring and her overactive imagination. Bob, meanwhile, spent most nights hiding under the covers, muttering about the “weird noises” and the “cold spots” that followed him from room to room.

The trouble truly started when their toddler, Iggy, started chatting with “Mr. Floaty.” Mr. Floaty, according to Iggy, was a “nice man” who liked to play peek-a-boo from behind the living room curtains. Eliza, understandably concerned, consulted a child psychologist. Bob, convinced they were living in a horror movie, started leaving out offerings of leftover pancakes in the hope of appeasing the ghostly resident. Neither solution seemed particularly effective.

Then came the poltergeist activity. Books flew off shelves, furniture rearranged itself overnight, and the television relentlessly flickered between static and a grainy image of a spectral figure playing the organ. The Pancakes family, their optimism finally shattered, fled in the middle of the night, leaving behind their dreams of homeownership and a half-eaten plate of pancakes. 66 Sim Lane remained empty once more, waiting for its next unsuspecting victims.

Undeterred, I sent in the Curious twins, Vidcund and Lazlo. These eccentric Sims, obsessed with aliens and conspiracy theories, were practically begging to encounter a ghost. They arrived armed with EMF readers, cameras, and a healthy dose of skepticism (or so they claimed). Their stay, however, proved even more chaotic than the Pancakes’ ordeal.

Instead of being scared, the Curious twins were… intrigued. They spent their days trying to communicate with the ghost, attempting séances in the living room, and leaving out recordings of alien abduction stories in the hopes of attracting its attention. The ghost, seemingly annoyed by their antics, retaliated with increased intensity. Lights exploded, showers turned ice-cold mid-soap, and the twins’ carefully curated collection of rare rocks was inexplicably scattered across the lawn.

One particularly memorable night, Lazlo woke up to find himself levitating above his bed, surrounded by swirling green mist. He screamed, Vidcund rushed in with his camera, and the ghost, apparently fed up with the amateur ghost hunting, simply vanished. The twins, shaken but ultimately thrilled, declared the experience “the most scientifically significant event of their lives” and immediately wrote a paper on their findings, which, unsurprisingly, was rejected by every scientific journal in SimNation.

Despite the chaos and the terror, there’s something undeniably compelling about 66 Sim Lane. It’s a challenge, a mystery, a chance to test the limits of my Sims’ (and my own) sanity. Perhaps one day, I’ll find a Sim brave enough, or foolish enough, to truly tame the haunted house. Or perhaps, 66 Sim Lane will forever remain a chilling reminder that some houses are best left untouched, their spectral inhabitants allowed to roam in peace, forever playing their mournful organ music in the dead of night. But until then, the search for a brave Sim continues…