This is from the perspective of my younger sister.
I was around ten at the time this all took place, And I still remember this story like it was only yesterday. To give a little context to this story across the street from where I lived was a middle aged woman with long black hair and pale skin, I always remembered that she was so reclusive and rarely (if ever) came out of her house I remember calling her “the vampire lady” since none of us knew her name.
This woman was very weird and creepy, she would always stare at anyone who walked near the curb to her house, it was always dark inside the house, like the the lights were never on, even if it was dark outside. But some nights my mom or older brothers would notice some strange activities that occur in that house.
We were never sure what was going on, we would just see some random light flickering, like something out of a Frankenstein movie.