When I first moved into the old bungalow on the edge of town, everyone warned me. “That place gives people chills,” my neighbor said. Another simply shook their head and whispered, “No one stays there long.”
I laughed it off. I didn’t believe in ghosts. Besides, the rent was affordable, the compound spacious, and I needed a fresh start after my messy divorce.
But the first night changed everything. The lights began flickering just after midnight. At first, I thought it was faulty wiring. Then the hallway bulb exploded literally with no one near the switch. to read more click here
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