I grew up in this house. As a child I remember seeing shadows creeping on the walls when there was no source of light. I can't remember being in that room at night without seeing them. The whole property has some sort of eerie presence. My grandmother died in this house after a long battle with emphysema. After her death I saw her presence more than once and smelled her Cinibar perfume. She died in the house in which she lived for over 50 years.
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