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When I was 6, my cousin and I were listening to music up in the attic. There was a headboard tied between two walls to the right of us. I started to here a loud banging sound, and when we looked over, the headboard was jumping up and down. It was about 6 inches off the ground every time it jumped. We looked a little closer and there was no one there making it jump. We ran as fast as we could down the stairs.
Then another time I was sitting on my bed with a friend. My stereo was completely off, but then the speakers started talking. It was a weird muffled growling voice, and my friend and I checked to see if it was on at all. It wasn't. We unplugged it to see if it would still talk, and it did. At this point we were scared to death, so we ran out of my room and sat in the livingroom. That was when I was 17. That same night my huge rubber Junkyard Dog figure jumped off it's shelf and landed on my face. It nearly broke my nose.
A few months ago I was getting ready for work and I yelled down to my mom to ask her a question. We carried on a full conversation, and I my little sister even chimed in. When I came down the stairs to see if they were ready to go they were both still in bed completely passed out. I woke up my mom and asked her if had been talking to me and she said no. She didn't believe me, but then the same thing happened to her a couple days ago.
Every house that I have lived in was haunted. It would take me a couple hours to type out all of the unexplained things that have happened to make me come to this conclusion. I am not scared like I used to be. I am pretty used to it.
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