Why did this have to happen to me? Why not my mom or dad? Or even my cat? Your probably wondering what the hell I'm talking about ,right? Well I'll tell you.
My name is Miranda, I'm 15, and I live in a haunted house. Now I know you might be thinking 'oh she's just exaggerating.' Well, I'm not. My family and I moved into this house six years ago and until about a month ago, everything was normal. No voices. No bumps in the night. No shadows staring at you while you slept, until my parents decided to open up the attic to use for storage. That's when all hell broke loose. It's like we opened a can of snakes. So far I know there are five different spirits, two are highly aggressive. There's the apparition of a middle aged man in old farmers clothes, we call him Bill. Then there's the ghost of a woman, we call her Sue. There's also the ghost of a teenage boy named Josh. Now we get to the aggressive spirits Miller and Dorothy. They say that miller and Dorothy killed their son, Bill, and his family, Sue and Josh, in 1903. No one knows why and now I'm stuck with them.
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You Never Forget Your First Ghost
خارق للطبيعةWhat would you do if you were being haunted by a family of spirits that threatened to hurt you every time you were alone? That's what Miranda has to live through everyday, follow her through the twists and turns of solving a paranormal mystery that'...
