Back in college, I lived in a creaky, spooky Victorian with three housemates. One February night, when all three of my housemates were out of town, I heard creaking on the stairs outside my bedroom. The creaking wasn't random — it sounded like footsteps. As the creaks ascended each stair, I held my breath, wondering if there was an intruder. When I finally summoned my courage, I peeked my head outside the door. No one was there, and there was no sign of entry. My housemates later told me that they'd heard similar footsteps when they were home alone.
Now, I'm not saying that the house was haunted, but it was a spooky experience all the same. I don't know if I necessarily believe in ghosts, but I certainly don't rule out their existence entirely.
Tell me, have you ever lived in a haunted house? Do you know anyone who has? What's the spookiest story you've heard about a haunted home?
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