When I was about 5 or 6, I was sitting on the back deck of my family home, an old farmhouse. I remember this old lady walking up the steps and going straight into the house without acknowledging me. I follow her inside to see who it is and my mom is standing in the kitchen (room right off the back deck). I ask her who's here and she gives this confused look. Around that time, the original owner of the farmhouse died and I am 100% convinced it was her.
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The Midnight Hour
HorrorThink you can handle horror? Try and get through these stories without getting nightmares. This is a collection of Short Horror Stories. While reading them, at the middle of night, might I add, I nearly peed my pants. Hope you enjoy. I overhead on...
