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Now, today's grave confession.

Hey guys, it's Alejandra again.

I've just heard my story on the podcast,

so I thought I should send in the other one

that I promised to send in on that audio file.

So it's a story about the house that I used to live in with my mum.

I live alone now, but this was probably about five years ago when I used to live with my mother,

when I was in college and high school.

So the house wasn't haunted, I think, because the previous lady she hadn't left left the house for any strange reason. She left because she wanted to go be wee with her daughter.

That's what she told my mom that she was moving out because her daughter had gone

to the countryside and that she needed some help with her, like raising her newborn. So that's

why she sold the house. That's why we have it. And there was nothing weird about the place,

very basic. And no, she didn't leave any furniture. so, you know, I've heard a lot on your

podcast. It's about haunted furniture, but this wasn't the case. We brought everything our own,

and it was like from IKEA, so there's nothing weird about IKEA, but more on IKEA later,

funnily enough. So around two, three years later on while we're living in this house, some weird

stuff starts happening and, um, it's like the entity slash ghost or whatever it was,

always kind of hating on me, but loving my mother. It was really weird.

A lot of the instances I can think of is that it would mimic my voice and me and my mother

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