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House I Used to Live In When I
was about five my father, along with my uncle's and aunt, purchased
some real estate for business use. The plan was we'd live there for
a year renovate it then sell it. The Anyhow, I believe the house was built around 1906, I'm not sure on that, but this is all of the top of my head, hey it was 1988, I also don't know who built it, or really any previous owners, but yet again it was 1988. The house was pretty amazing from what I remember, it had three floors and one dank basement that I prbably went in once or twice. I wasn't allowed down there by myself, nor would I want to go down there by myself. Turns out there was a large vault down there that no one wanted me to get locked inside it. When thinking of the house I remember it being a pretty erie place, especially at night. One time a bat manage to fly in the house and my dad some how caught it with a Shop Vac, but that's not why I'm writing this. The one story I'm always told about the house is that my step-mother, usally when my half brother was asleep, would every now and then here the cry of a child, she said the cry didn't sounded like the cry of my brother, but she went to check just in case. She walked over to the next room, the crying stopped, and my brother was, of course, sound asleep. Yet again
off the top of my head, this is the only story I can recall. A few years
later there was an article in the paper about the house and some of
its apparently dark history. Some of the Please
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