When I was younger I lived in a haunted house. To give you an idea of why I said its haunted, there was sometimes boots stomping up and down the stairs late at night, my mother saw a woman in a night gown fade away, my father saw a tiny child's rocking chair rock back and forth for about 2-3 min. There was no breeze or anything to make the chair rock.
I didn't witness any of these things happen, but ever since we had moved into the old two story house I had nightmare like dreams. Basically, in the dream it would be pitch black and there would be faces laughing hysterically non-stop, pure insanity. It happened almost every single night after I went to sleep and it was always the same dream with the same details. After we moved, the nightmares stopped.
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