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My grandparents& #39; house was so haunted that I was not allowed to sleep over there for a long time and one summer I considered myself grown and when I slept there, I felt hands touching me all night and saw gray-faced people when I pulled the blanket down.
And the next morning I went crying back to my mom and she was like, "Did you see the ghost?"
My family was so haunted that we were taught a whole fucking protocol of dealing with ghosts. Don& #39;t talk to them. Don& #39;t make eye contact. Don& #39;t resist them. Etc, etc, etc.
One time, my cousins came running into the house, and my aunt was like, "Oh, did y& #39;all see that dead body hanging in the tree?"
And they were like, "YES"
And she was like, "yeah, that happens sometimes. Don& #39;t mind it."
And they were like, "YES"
And she was like, "yeah, that happens sometimes. Don& #39;t mind it."
When my great grandma was dying in the hospital, we were at the house, and like, out of nowhere, this door just banged shut, and my mom was like, "Oh, I guess she died." And then the phone rang and my grandma called and said that she had passed away.
