My bed in my room faced my door, so I could see down the hall and if anyone were to enter any other room, or leave, I would not only hear them, but see them perfectly.

While I was in bed, I would hear whispering and someone walking barefoot in the bathroom (we had linoleum tile), taps would turn on, toilets would flush, and I was a brave little girl and i went to check it out, yet no one would be there.

I would find toothbrushes and hair brushes on the ground when it was physically impossible for them to end up there on their own.

That house was truley tortured. It was a very dead house. I would hear crying, a young girl's voice. *shudder*

Nicole

 

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