When I was 12ish my family moved. B/c I am the oldest I got the best room. I had my own bathroom and (count them) three cloests. But I hated staying in that room at night. I would go sleep with my little sister. As long as it is not a frog my sister will take on anything. One night I headed to my own bed in a vain attempt not to feel like a coward. After all my cat was asleep at the foot of the bed. I had a bad feeling but I still sat down with my cat who was purring to beat the band. Then fr: across the room I heard a snarl or very mean voice. I told myself it was just my wild imagination. And the cat had heard nothing right?? But the cat had gone completly still and she was doing the big eyed cat thing. She also stopped purring. I heard the sound again and the cat rocketed out of my room. I followed. It took me years to like my room. My youngest brother moved into the room in his late teens. His first night in "the room" a lamp fell on his head. When it was just the two of us he asked I had a ghost problem in my old room b/c he had some weird thing happen to him. So we believe in ghost.

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