Seriously, ghosts are one reason I hate where I live. Where I live is very old. One day, when my friend was sleeping over, it was weird because we all got cold and looked behind me because something in my head wanted me to, and I saw black. All the windows were closed. Another time, I was walking up the grand stair case and I swear to god the stairs were creaking by themselves. I was just about to step on them, when the top creeked and then all of them creaked one by one. I screamed. What's also spooky is that I have never heard any of my stairs creek except for one of them.
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