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I ended up spending the night with my cousin and, for part of the time, my sister. As conversation between us eventually does, the talk turned to memories of days past. My sister brought up, independently, a memory that I had half thought I had embellished/made up over the years. However, now it makes sense that I was a freaked-out morbid child.

( The Haunting of the House )

No wonder I thought there were witches in the closet, I was afraid of the attic crawl spaces (floor level cubbies) and terrified of the dark, damp basement.

I love ghost stories, particularly my own.