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This is two girls one ghost.

Two girls one ghost.

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it's so crazy how many people support us so thank you so much. You make us want to cry, I love it. Okay, I have a story. I just jump on in. Okay, this is from Sarah, and she says it's called a vampire house, a ghost, the hat man, and a witch.

Jeez, that's everything. Yes, that's everything, she's got it all. She says, hello, I have had a personal experience with this entity, the hat man, and I would like to share. So here's my story. I promise you will be scared. Great. Good. We love this.

When I was 14, my parents bought a large house for us to live in. There were four bedrooms and my older sister and I shared one. Since I have six siblings, the room was very large and the closet was as well.

I used to joke that I could fit a full-size bed in there and sleep if my sister was ever a bee to me. Anyway, from the beginning, our house was odd. A few of our neighbors would tell us we lived in the vampire house because the previous neighbors never came outside. They never talked to anyone and they were very pale.

A girl around my age that she babysat one of the kids there once and the house just had a cold vibe to it. Sometimes I would be home alone and I would be downstairs in the living room and I would hear people talking upstairs because the foyer was open. But I could never hear what they were saying. It was just whispers. But I would go upstairs and it would stop. When I got back downstairs, it would start up again. And I was never frightened of it, just curious.

One night when I was in my bedroom alone, I was taking selfies on my bed, you know, the generic ones. But the way I was taking the photos, my lit closet was directly in the background on the side of my ear. So I'm taking these selfies, not liking any of them, taking more, deleting them. And then my heart stops because in one of the pictures, there is a black figure in the closet, the size of the door with a hat on.

The closet light was on, so it wasn't just me imagining it with a pile of clothes and a hat. And he was legit blocking the light. In a panic, I deleted the photo, jumped out of bed, sprinted to my mom's room, and I couldn't even explain it to her because I was so scared. I think my mom believed I saw something, but none of my sub-lings did because I deleted the picture. I didn't sleep in my bed again for an entire week.

A few weeks later, I'm back in the room and nothing has happened. My sisters at work, so I'm lying in my bed, about to go to sleep. I put my phone away, leave the lamp on, so my sister can see when she gets home, and I close my eyes.

But when I close them, I feel the room temperature change, and I feel like someone is at the closet door. I opened my eyes and just stare up at the ceiling because I was too scared to look at the closet, but I knew that someone was there.

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