The sound started at one into the couch and worked down the couch.

You know, if you were dragging your hand down on top of the couch,

and stopped right behind her.

And then she said, she heard the sound of two little children giggling.

It was supposed to be a quiet renovation project,

but then it turned into an experience where mirrors defied gravity

and visitors from the past still make themselves known.

My name is Edwin, and here is Eric's true, scary story. Back in the early 90s, I had just gotten out of college.

My girlfriend at the time, my wife now, were from the same little town in Illinois.

Her dad, my future father-in-law, well, I was kind of his handyman.

He used to hire me to do various work for him.

I put a fence into his house or I roofed his house one time.

This particular time he had hired me to go down and do some work in a house that he was taken care of.

There was a care of.

There was a lady in town, Mrs. Jones.

He had taken care of her for years. She was a widow,

lived just down the street from him.

I think she had fallen at the time and had gone into a nursing home in town and the house was empty.

When she went into the nursing home, he knew she probably wasn't coming to come back out and needed to take care of the house.

He didn't want it sitting empty.

My wife had a childhood friend to live next door to her.

She and her husband had just been married and were moving back to town.

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