TMy dad and Bree live, in which they have lived there since the slow 1920s and this is a handsome home. In the middle of the forest with a enormous nice pond. One weekend I went to my fathers. He told me a story that happened the day before. He was alone on the stairs on the computer. Feebee, our dog, began to bark at the door. My dad looked out the window. Nobody was approaching the road. Dad went downstairs and was still barking at the door. He looked like no one was barking there. He returned up the stairs to continue the game. When he heard hefty feet climbing the stairs, he turned and nobody was there. He jumped out of the chair, looked around, but no one can be seen.
I was terrified of this story. The next weekend I had a friend. I said Tarah that the house was haunted. She didn't believe me. We observed a massacre in Texas that night. So we were all scared. I said “Let's go to bed.” Then we heard the tap on the side turns on and running water. We looked out the window, but nobody was there. He did it again and again. Then the swimming pool balls were rolling as if someone was playing billiards. We went there, but nobody was there. She said “Whitney, I believe now!” The next morning, the photos and images as part were rotated. I ended up moving from this house.
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