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The I lived in a haunted house as a kid in the

I lived in a haunted house as a kid in the 1990s, and the activity was centered around my attic loft.

There were lots of unexplained noises, objects being thrown around, etc.

And there was only one event in particular that truly scared me.

I could have been seriously hurt if the timing had been slightly

different. Now for context, the house was built in the 1940s and it was pretty creepy. The

cavernous basement and the surrounding property included, but the focus here is on the attic.

The house was a traditional New England colonial with a detached two-car garage off to the side.

It sat on about an acre, with three sides bordered by a row of evergreens and an old stone wall.

The attic was a walk-up with a full set of stairs, which split it into left-and-right finish sections.

Now, I'm talking late 1970s puke green shag carpet and

wood-paneled walls. A lot of the house had been renovated around that time in the 70s or early 80s.

There were two panels, one at the top landing and another directly above the door at the base of the

stairs behind you.

These were removable wall panels that led into the slope part of the house's roof line,

and those compartments were used as storage crawl spaces by my father. The left side of the

stairs had a waist height retaining wall slash shelf, while the right side had a full-sized

wall with a small closet accessible from the opposite side. Inside had a full-sized wall with a small closet

accessible from the opposite side. Inside that closet was another small removable access panel

for something or other, and I can't remember what it was for. I honestly forgot it was even

there most of the time, but this is foreshadowing. Now anyways, my dad used the left half of the attic

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