So, you know about the house I grew up in and the haunted happenings there (we’ll call it “thirty-three twelve” for the sake of this entry). My parents’ new house -well, the one they’ve lived in for the past 7 years, a place I’ve never lived- is NOT haunted.
The dorm I moved into after moving out of thirty-three twelve was not haunted, the old, smelly, no central A/C apartment I moved into my sophomore year of college, same thing. The newly-built complex where I spent the latter part of my sophomore year through AFTER graduating college: no spooks.
My apartment now: loud and sometimes shitty neighbors, the occasional homeless guy in the woods, and, once, a young black man who needed a flashlight because he lost his bike in those woods (I have no idea), but nothing scary.
However, I am about to become a homeowner. The house I’m buying is a legit old-school house at a mere 75 years old.
Something tells me I may encounter a spirit or two here:
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