The house might, in fact, have passed for the world's largest rosebush if here and there a pane of glass had not gleamed and a few dark shingles showed beneath the rose leaves. Two chimneys and a row of gables stuck timid snouts out along the roof line.

Years ago , I spent three nights in a raw in a haunted house and it was the worst nightmare I’ve ever faced in my life, when moving in a new place don’t bring all your stuff at once , check it out first then bring the ones you care for in . I had to get rid of all my stuff including my car to be safe and alive

I could hear my dad honking his horn impatiently down on the street. "I... uh... used to live in your house," I found myself answering.And then I turned and ran full speed down to the street.

The past never leaves us; there's always atmosphere to consider; you can wound air as cleanly as you can wound flesh. In this way, the Dream House was a haunted house. You were the sudden, inadvertent occupant of a place where bad things had happened.

It sat proudly basking in the warm glow of the street lights; it wasn't a menacing 'enter at your own risk' sight at all. More of a 'come in if you'd like, if not then have a lovely evening' picturesque artifact of the Old South.

I have heard, as everybody else has, of a spirit's haunting a house ; but I have had my own personal experience of a house's haunting a spirit.

And because you are of a kind, the house knowsyou. When you cry out,the lights flicker, ghostly blue and ragged.When she says you are shut off,the light switches nod their white tinyheads. Tiles creak yes beneath heredicts—something bad must have happenedto make you this way, the waywhere you don’t want her. But the windowsrattle, disagree. In their honeyed,blindless light, they see it—something badis happening.

You've never heard of the Truscott Curse?" Asked the old lady, slowly rocking her body from side to side as if she were about to start dancing. Spanelli looked at her puzzlingly. "The Truscott Curse? I don't understand what you mean.""The curse girl. Don't you know that every child who's ever lived in that house has disappeared?

Dear Miranda Silver,This house is bigger than you know! There are extra floors, with lots of people in them. They are looking people. They look at you, and they never move. We do not like them. We do not like this house, and we are glad to be going away. This is the end of our letter.

Let [the wife] guard, as much as possible, against a gloomy and moody disposition, which causes her to move about with the silence and cloudiness of a spectre; for who likes to dwell in a haunted house?