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__A Haunted House__
When I was eight years old, my family moved from the South Coast of England, to a house in the heart of the industrial Midlands.
It was a beautiful village, and quite a nice house, although it was very cold. In the winter, you would wake up with your face frozen to your pillow, and the net curtains would be frozen to the window.At first, everything seemed Ok. Looking back it seems like there was a slow build up of events, and I am not sure that everything can be explained by a Haunted House theory.Things started to break down in the house. The washing machine flooded the kitchen, the fridge broke, the cooker electrics went haywire and untold number of little annoyances like these.My brother who had been working away for some time, was returning home, and I volunteered to air his bed out for him. This meant sleeping in his room, and I was excited because my brother hated anyone going in his room. I went to bed early that night, and read as I always do. A little while after turning the light off, I heard what sounded like footsteps in the room with me. As I listened they seemed to get louder. This frightened me from the word go, as there was carpet on the floor, and where the sound was coming from, a thick sheepskin rug lay. I turned on the bedside light and the noise stopped. I looked out the bedroom window in case it was raining and I was hearing the drip of the rain on the ledge. It wasn't raining.Every time I turned the light off, the noise started again. When I turned the light on, it stopped. This went on until the early hours and just stopped of it's own accord.
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