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I used to not believe in ghosts. But, I was afraid of them anyway.
I mean, how can you get back to sleep when you hear your family’s old house goes, “creak, creak, creak” at midnight? Chill bumps scramble up your spine, and you’re sure you hear a supernatural being walking from room to room.
How could your parents be snoring at a time like this? Don’t they know that they’re supposed to be protecting you? Someone call child welfare.
Of course that Alfred Hitchcock ghost movie you watched after school might have something to do with the things you’re hearing.
Ghosts used to be serious business. And let me be honest with you, no self-respecting girl back then would have made out with a vampire. Those monsters scared you instead of inspiring kissing scenes in movies.
According to some, ghosts even haunted certain houses. That thought was deliciously scary.
How would you like to be haunted? You wake up in the night and you find yourself staring into the hollows of ghostly eyes. You hear his footsteps following you when you’re home alone. Things float in the air and strange voices whisper in your ear while the wind howls outside and lightning flashes illuminate the darkness.
I’ll tell you something if you promise not to tell anyone else, because they might think I’ crazy. You know what ? …