Once, long ago... I met a ghost. The ghost was a male about 15 years old. I lived in a haunted home it seemed. I was 16 when I met this ghost. He told me he had shot himself. I talked to him for a few minutes. Other members of my family witnessed him as well.
I would go to the upstairs with friends at times and tell the ghost to turn on the water... And sure enough he would turn the water on. And then I threw a ball into the closet and ask the ghost to toss it to me and then the ball was thrown into the air. One of my uncles was reading a newspaper at the time and saw the ghost. He himself looked like a ghost with an ashy look on his face! He nearly had a heart attack! The ghost had torn the newspaper in half. My uncle dared not go up to the apartment again. See, we had an apartment and it was nice and all, but it was haunted as well. My grandmother had seen the ghost as well, she was in the basement doing laundry and she was scared as all get out! She said, that she would have me do the laundry from now on.
Yes... This is a true story. I have also lived in another haunted house many years ago... It was spooky and I always felt there was a strange presence there. I love haunted homes.
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