live in a haunted house

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The House I lived in the early 90’s was definitely haunted, no doubt about it. The fact that it was a morgue years ago was more scary. I seen and heard stuff thats unexplainable. There were strange occurrences that happened there such as a invisible being sitting on my brothers chest late one night or when my sister seen a really old man at the bottom of the stairs. The creepy thing is that We got phone calls from a strange voice talking over beastly growls and revealing itself as satanic. One morning when my family was having a yard sale there a strange looking man walked up there and told us they performed satanic rituals there.

My house is haunted – used to be much more active than it is now, but it still gets pretty creepy. Voices, footsteps, scaring the cats, &c . . .

Whatever it was that resided in my Kamakura apartment with me used to stop the wall clock in the kitchen—I went through dozens of batteries and several clocks before I just gave up. The only time I got annoyed by my unseen “roommate” was when my spoons started disappearing (kind of hard to lose spoons in a tiny two-room apartment), followed by the remote control for the TV. I got my spoons back, but never the remote.

A couple of times I woke up and saw someone leaning over me, but all in all, the entity in my apartment seemed curious more than anything else.

When I was born, my family lived in either a haunted or demonically-posessed house