In the mountains, there is a house. Made of red brick, with three floors, this house is different from all the rest. This is because somebody died there, in this house that seems so normal. It was a man that died. He was sitting in his favourite armchair, across from the fireplace, when suddenly… He was gone.  Some say that if a little boy or girl sits in this armchair, they’ll die too.
Of course, the important part is how he died. Well, it started more than ten years before.

This man was married, and he had two little kids, a boy and a girl. His wife loved looking out at the trees so much that he made one wall of the house out of glass, so that every time she’d walk past it, she would be able to see the trees she loved.

But there was one rule. “Nobody is allowed to lean on the glass.” The man told his children. “The glass can break.” And the children, because they were so good, promised to never lean on it.
Now, on this mountain, monkeys lived in the trees. And every night, the monkeys would come out and look into the house’s glass wall, as if to say, “When are you going to let us in?” The little boy and girl always wanted to let in the monkeys and play with them, but the man and his wife knew that these monkeys were dangerous. They could take away the little boy and girl, and their parents didn’t want that to happen at all. 
So, the man made another rule. “Nobody is allowed to open the front door at night.” The man told his children. “Only if your mother and I say so.” And the children, because they were so good, promised to never open the door after dark, unless they had permission.
In the day, the little boy and girl would go out and play tag, and hide-and-seek, and lots of other games, where their mother could see them through the glass wall. And when it would start to get dark, they would come inside, and their mother and father would shut the door, and lock it before they went to bed. And every night, the monkeys would come out and look into the house’s glass wall, as if to say, “When are you going to let us in?”
One day, the little boy and girl were playing outside, where their mother could see them through the glass wall from where she sat on the third floor. Every so often, they would turn around and wave at her, and she would wave back. Then suddenly, she saw a monkey coming out of the trees, towards her children. She yelled to them, “Come inside!” but they didn’t hear her. So she ran downstairs, as fast as she could, to where the little boy and girl stood, with the monkey still far away from them.
The next day, the little boy and girl were playing outside, while their mother sat on the grass near them, to make sure that the monkeys stayed away. That day, no monkey came. But like every night, the monkeys came out and looked into the house’s glass wall, as if to say, “When are you going to let us in?”
Today, the man and his wife were still awake, upstairs on the third floor. But the little boy and girl, sad that they didn’t see a monkey, were awake too. They crept downstairs to the bottom floor, and stood next to the glass wall and looked outside at the monkeys. “Look at that baby monkey!” the little girl said to her brother. “Couldn’t we just let in that one small monkey? I don’t think anyone will mind.” And her brother, who thought the monkey would be very fun to play with, said yes.
So the little boy and girl went to the front door, and unlocked it. They opened it up, but there was no monkey at the door. So they went outside, making sure to shut the door behind them, and walked to the back of the house where the glass wall, and all the monkeys, were.
Now, the man was sitting in his favorite armchair when his wife started screaming. He ran to the window, and when he looked out, he saw his two children playing with the monkeys outside. So he left his wife banging at the window, and ran down as fast as he could, from the third floor, to get to his children. All of a sudden, just as he was running out of the house to get to his children, he heard a huge crash and saw the whole glass wall shatter. His wife had leaned on it, you see, and the glass had broken. When he got to the back of his house, the monkeys and his children were gone. The only thing left was his wife, who died from the fall.

The man who died in the red brick house, in his favorite armchair, died from a broken heart.
At night, sometimes you can hear whispers. This is the woman, trying to find her children, to tell them, “Don’t lean on the glass.” And the man haunts his favorite armchair, still trying to find his little boy and girl, hoping that they’ll come home.