I remember one time I encountered a “ghost” I was sitting in my room in the house I grew up in. Everyone was gone. Just me there. If you opened my door there was a hallway. About 15 feet long. You know how you live in a house for years you learn how it sounds when there’s people walking around in it? Floors squeak the same way etc? Well it was late at night and i heard somebody creeping down the hallway. Slowly and deliberately. My hair stood up I stood up and I grabbed a weapon. Squeak. Squeak down the hall. Towards my door. I got in an attack stance because I’m about ti have to stab somebody. It gets right outside my door. There’s a little pause and my door starts creeping open. It was closed but it wasn’t closed like latched. Just like if you close it but it’s out the frame. It just started slowly opening. I’m losing my mind right now cauze there’s somebody here. I grab the door and sling it open and stab and there’s nobody there. Send me your dick pics
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