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I still wonder if it was all a bad dream, but I know for certain it was not—everything felt so real. When I was approximately 17, my buddies decided to conduct a ghost hunt in one of their homes. The girl who lived there and her sisters were frequently talking about strange ghostly things that happened.
I was a skeptic with nothing better to do. Around 4-5 hours later, I was seated on a chair next to a locked door. The doorknob twisted, and the door opened halfway, then completely, before slamming shut.
I suddenly felt footsteps near the chair. I am no longer completely skeptical. copyright Jado9814/Reddit
When I was fourteen years old, I spent the summer with my grandparents.
It was eleven p.m., and I was thirsty. I walk out to the kitchen and see who I believed was my grandfather seated at the table eating a sandwich. I say hi, take a drink of water, and return to my room.
