28 November, 1973, 1:00pm-
If you were to look at my face right now at this time, you would surely see that my face is pale as marble. The sound was coming from the same lady I had seen in my dreams, she had the same look on her face, that I had seen before in my head. This time although she was screaming at me instead of the hanging man from the ceiling. I could hear what she was saying to me. She screaming at me to leave and get out of her house. I could tell she was scared but I was even more so. As fast as I could I ran all the way into town and checked myself into a small motel and have been there since. I only just went back to the house today with my landlord, and carried some of my things back like this typewriter. I fear stepping into that house again, but I must for if I don't then I will be homeless. I am not currently able to get a roommate since the house was only made for one person, I can only hope that the presence of my friends in the house with me shall stop the nightmare I am living in. This is Eliza Parkers and I am signing off at 1:28pm, 28 November, 1973. -stop
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The previous owners
HorrorRegular houses aren't always what they seem... Haunted houses aren't any better. And Eliza Parkers knows this firsthand. She would tell you about it. But she just happens to be dead.
