The Little Green House

There was a house in my village, set at the side of a hillock. It was very pretty but small, painted in various hues of green. There was a big tree growing besides it, its branches drooping as if to protect the house.
The owner never stayed in it and it had been rented out very often, but the tenants never stayed more than three months. One even left all his furniture there and never returned.
We as children heard that it was haunted but we never believed such nonsense. It was just a little house solitary against a slopey hill with an orchard behind it and the big tree as company.
One day during a festival when the adults were at the village community hall for the celebrations, a group of us, five in all, decided to see whether there was really a ghost in that house.
So giggling and whispering, we walked into the house, pushing each other as we went. We were holding our flashlights like it was Darth Vader's Sword. We pushed the door, and to our delight found it was not locked. We were pushing each other in and then we all stood still gaping at what we saw before us.
It was the most beautiful living room we have ever seen in our life. There were rugs on the floor, a coffee table with flowers, the pictures on the wall were all Chinese...with dragons and deities. There were beautiful huge fan like bamboo plants on one corner and on a side table were food...bread and cakes, fruits and cute little finger food. Soft music Chinese in origin played.  Through the window we saw beautiful mountains with the sun just setting. Boggled the mind though as we went there at night, must have been 10pm or so. We walked in slowly with amazement, all of us looking at the closed doors to other rooms, we presumed.
It was then that one of my friend, went to the side table and picked up a piece of bread and was about to put it into her mouth. I shouted at her  to put it down as it was not meant for us, my voice broke the atmosphere. She was startled and dropped the bread. Another of my friend was startled too and stumbled over a beautifully carved stool. Suddenly everything went dark, and we screamed in unison. Pointing our flashlight everywhere, we found out that we were standing in an empty room that was strewn with leaves, the windows were broken and the wind was blowing in the debris. There were no furniture at all except for an old broken bench and a wooden side table.  The walls were bare except for cobwebs. The worst was that a dead dog, rotting away was on the floor, sending forth an awful smell.
Needless to say we ran screaming into the night.
All five of us were not able to agree on anything we saw  the scene for only a minute if not less.   We all agreed however that we were in a furnished room in an evening.
Later we heard that the house's first tenant was a beautiful Chinese woman from the Mainland. It seemed she was raped and murdered by people unknown. She died in that house among her beautiful furniture, and was only found in her sad situation a few days later by some passers by who were curious about the smell coming from the house.  
The house always seemed to smell, we were told, as something dead would always be there...if it was not a dog, it would be a cat or a rat. It was as if the woman's spirit still want to be found for the smell would make some people peep in. Surprisingly we did not smell anything foul when we first entered the house. Maybe as children, we were only shown the nice side of the story.
The house is no longer there, the land had been leveled and a housing developer had 'grown' townhouses there. But it is said that the terrace house where the little house used to be, sometimes grow very cold even during midday and soft old Chinese music could be heard during quiet nights.