The house my dad and bree live in has been there since late 1920's and it is a beautiful house. In the middle of the woods with big nice pond. One weekend, I went to my dads. He told me a story that had happened the day before. He was up stairs on the computer at home alone. Feebee, our dog, started to bark at the door. My dad looked out the window. No one was coming up the road. Dad went downstairs and she was still barking at the door. He looked out no one was there to bark at. He went back up stairs to continue playing his game. When he heard heavy foot steps going up the stairs, he turned and no one is there. He jumped out of his chair, looked around, but no one in sight.
I was freaked out by the story. That next weekend I had a friend over. I told tarah that the house was haunted. She did not believe me. We watched the texas chain saw massacre that night. So we were all ready scared. I said "let's go to bed". Then, we heard the faucet out side turning on and the water running. We looked out the window, but no one was there. It did it again and again. Then the pool balls upstairs were rolling as if some one was playing pool. We went up there but no one was up there. She said "whitney, I believe you now!". That next morning the pictures and paintings in frames were turned side ways. We ended up moving from that house.
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