Why Was It Laughing? – Ep. 77
Odd Trails
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The Haunted House of My Auntie
When I was five years old, my mother moved to a new spa business in the city. The house had two stories, a basement and an upper area. We would hear footsteps on the second floor when there was no one inside. To distract ourselves from the noises above, my auntie would turn on the radio every night. Now at 23 years old, recalling that time sends shivers down my spine.
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