It's now time for just the terror with Nick Guerra. Lady in my house.

When I was 11, my family moved to a very old house built in the 1890s I think in a different state the first night there I didn't have many of my things unpacked yet and the TV wasn't hooked up so I dragged out my keyboard and started to play.

As I'm playing some terrible song I learned in music class, a chill goes down my neck.

I look over to the window on the other side of my room and see my reflection and an old woman standing over me

Her hands clasped in front of her I booked it downstairs screaming to my mom but of course it was dismissed since I was a dumb kid.

Over the seven years I lived in that house, I saw her three more times. Once on the stairs, slowly descending and staring at me, and twice in the spare room catty corner to mine

hiding in a rack of clothes in the corner. Every single night I would hear the

threshold creek then footsteps going around my bed, and then back out.

A few nights, I woke up to a cold breath on my face.

Come to find out a woman died in that room in the 1960s of some sort of illness, but the room she usually

stayed in was mine.

I don't really believe in ghosts anymore, but I can't explain that lady in my house.

I need your hope.

I was hanging out at a friend's house in their basement with my friend his girlfriend and mine

We're all playing in RPG was the middle of the day

We hear the door open upstairs footsteps footsteps on the floor, hear the cellar door open and my friend's dad called

downstairs, Pete, you home?

My friend answers affirmatively and then we hear, come upstairs a minute, I need your help.

We all head upstairs.

There's no one there.

No car in the driveway, no one in the house at all, but the four of us, all four of us, heard the same thing.

Up for sale.

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