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The house that I grew up in was very haunted. I guess I will start at the bottom and work my way up.
The basement was really bad. I hated to go down there alone. I never went down there at night alone. The back stairs were very creepy. Always felt like you were being watched.
My grandmother was pushed down the stair a few times. One time she even broke some ribs and had a black eye. Thing is there was nothing for her to hit her eye on. She would never talk about it.
The second floor was not to bad more of the being watched feeling and doors would slam shut for no reason. My aunt’s bedroom door seemed to do it the most. It got bad enough that she got a brick to hold the door open but that didn't stop the door. The house had a glassed in front porch, one time I went out on it and closed the door and the window on it broke on me.
The third floor was the creepiest. That is the floor that I lived on with my mom. I could never stay up there alone. To this day as a grown up I will not go up there alone day or night. The lighting never worked right in that apartment. We had a long hallway with lights at each end. They would never stay on. We had electricians come out many times and they would "fix" it but in a week or so it would again not work. We had a few fires there too. None were big but they had something to do with the wires too.
At the end of the hall was the living room and there was a strange room off it. You couldn't see it unless you looked for it. It was hidden in the closet. The back wall of the closet was a door that led to it. It was not a very big room, just large enough for a bed and maybe a chair. Nighttime there was horrid. I don't remember a night that I didn't have bloody nightmares. In them I always got stabbed. It was so bad that as a young child I slept with my stuffier on me so that if they guy got to me he would only stab the stuffiest.
You could feel a man in the doorway looking at you as you were drifting off. We had a room that had a furnace in it and that door would never stay shut. My mom bought a hook and eye to keep it closed and that was useless. We would go out and when we got home the door would be standing wide open.
As an adult I talked to my mother after she moved out and she too had these feelings and nightmares. We would never talk about them when we were living there and my aunt that still lives there will not talk about it to this day.

~true story about meh