I've always thought that the stories I would hear when visiting my grandparents sounded

so much creepier than the ones at my own home.

The things that go on in the story will hear today encompass that very same feeling.

My name is Edwin, and here in Lourdes, true, scary story.

This house, the stories in this house, goes back since my dad was a child.

It's a two-story house in Monterey, New Orleans.

It's one of the bigger houses that is on the block.

My grandma, they moved there when my dad was a very young boy. He was a baby.

It used to be to where they had a deposit in the front end of the house,

and then they lived in the back end of the house.

My grandma would always tell us when I was young, that there was spirits in this house.

She would say, I used to speak to those in this house.

They want young, young kids.

She would tell us that the spirits would offer her money that was hidden in the house

for the soul of her young kids.

She would always say, if you ever come across any spirit, I don't know if I can curse,

but my mother doesn't know.

Just tell them off, don't give them that satisfaction, don't let them in, don't give them that power.

We even now, like if my kids say something, oh, mom, I heard this.

I always tell them, don't give them that energy or don't give them your power.

Don't knock back or anything like that.

They always say, if you hear a knock, not to knock back.

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