He'll believe horror stories presents?

Eerie encounters.

My uncle's house sat on a very eastern part of New York, who said to be haunted, because

the family that used to own it in 1800s decided not to give it to the Stableman and sold

it instead.

My uncle's friend and her sister stayed over one night, and the friend noticed a maid bringing

towels down the stairs when she woke.

She saw the maid again bringing what looked like a percolator down the stairs.

She was so impressed by my uncle hiring staff, he's a neurologist in New York City so

he had a habit of spending a little extra.

She went back to bed and woke up and later came downstairs to see my uncle and his friend

just chatting.

She asked where the maid went.

She assumed that the maid was cooking breakfast.

My uncle had absolutely no idea what she was talking about and asked what she looked like.

The sister explained and he laughed.

He walked over to the living room and pointed to an old picture.

She said, yeah, that's the woman.

My uncle replied, yeah, and she's been dead for about a hundred years.

That story was sent in from Linda in New York.

My grandparents have a very helpful ghost.

Their house was built in the 1860s and they have lived in it since the 1960s.

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