Haunted House true story
My friend K asked me to come along to look at this house he was thinking of buying. He said, "There's been a fire in the kitchen in the back of the house. But the rest of the place is okay, just maybe some smoke damage." I said I'd go with him and make an assessment. The place was completely black and all the windows had been boarded up, there was no power. I took one look at the place, and said, it was a disaster, but K went ahead to check out the basement. I stayed at the front door, in front of these steps. And while I was waiting, I felt this odd compulsion to ascend the stairs . . . I didn't have a flashlight. I just felt drawn to walk up, and my eyes had adjusted to the dim light. So I climbed up the stairs, and as I reached the top landing, I felt a cold breeze and all the hair stood up on the back of my neck and my arms. I could see into a bedroom, everything was covered in a black layer of soot. I shot back down the stairs and waited. When we left, I told K about my experience, and of course, he thought it was a little silly. I said, this was no small fire. I thought someone must have died there, with the way everything was just left. Within 2 hours he got a phone call, from the sellers. They had failed to disclose an important piece of information. A woman had died on the second floor, in her bedroom. We didn't buy the house.
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That was very eerie. I have goosebumps. As I was reading all I can think was The Sixth Sense. Good story, though.