At night I'd be awaken from my sleep. I'd hear old radio broadcast static. I would think maybe I left on a tv. Until sounds started coming from the attic.
My nights went on like this and only grew to be more erratic. A knock, a voice, a small strange noise, scared me before I could grow to understand it. Residual haunts of the past that taunts or was it after all intelligent?
Fun fact, I grew up in an old farm home that was used for funerals in the early 1900s. Shit happened to me there.
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