I used to live in a haunted house. I would voices, feel footsteps on my bed, cold circles on the floor, and even breath on my face. I wrote about it here on Gather in a story called, Elizabeth. My ghost even had a name.
So, last night about 4:00 am, I heard voices again. Strong and clear. I heard a man and a woman talking, loudly. I woke my poor husband. I lay terrified. I asked him if he heard the voices, too, because when the haunting started at first he wouldn't hear the voices.
He jumped up, and said, "You left the T.V. on!"
Whew!


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I won't ever go back there. And I'm not just saying that because of the restraining order. I really mean it.