Story three takes place at the same grandmother's house, little back story about this house is that it was built by her aunt and uncle when their was no road close to the house and most of the town was farm land. So I'm sitting on the couch and my grandmother had gone to get the mail, I hear the washer beep and go to put the laundry in the dryer. As I reach the door it swings open and what I can only describe and the figure of a man about 6 foot tall with wire rimmed glasses stood infront of me. I freaked out and ran outside to my grandmother who asked what happened and when I told her she laughed and said that it was just her uncle. I refused to go back in the house for the rest of the day.
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Ghost Stories
ParanormalA collection of my personal ghost stories and if you want to dm me yours I will include them with your name and profile. I did this because I really enjoy ghost stories and would love to hear other people encounters.
