Lili's family named the spirit that had been living in their house.

Was that a mistake?

In this story, we meet a special house guest.

Harold.

My name is Edwin.

Here's a true scary story.

So, we live in a suburban area where there are houses next to our houses and it all

just started building on top of Cropland one after another after another.

My parents was one of the first houses on this block so it was just Cropland before they

started to build here and we don't know if our ghost that started haunting this house

was just died on this land or he just found his way into our home making him so comfortable.

And my family, at the time there was only five of us here.

At the moment, there's only four of us and if you count our two dogs now, it's six of us.

My mother was reading and then between a line of her reading, she heard a knock close

to the door but the door was open so normally the role in our house is we'd have to knock

on the door or knock on the wall next to the door.

Her knowing the role of the house, she told whoever it was to come in.

A few seconds later, nobody came in, she had forgotten about it but she heard a knock

again and she was more strict this time telling whoever it was to come in because whenever

we'd have nightmares, we normally knock on her door to let us in so we'd sleep with

her but when she got up to see being agitated, she saw nobody there.

Now this was in her first encounter with Harold but this was the one she told us like for

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