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Originally Posted by J pold
She told my grandmother that she couldn’t get in her house because when she went to touch the doorknob it was hot and it burned her, when my grandmother went to walk her over to her house, she wouldn’t go anywhere near the house she said she could feel something scary and evil…my grandmother went to open the door but it was locked which was strange because it never was locked, she tried the back patio door but it was locked, so she went and grabbed her spare key and walked into the front door…she walk in to see her friend had hung herself…my grandmother still claims that there was no way the little girl could have gotten into the house to see what had happened
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That is creepy.
I don't go in for this ghost business myself but those kind of stories are pretty cool. Old-timey stories from grandmas are my favorite because things were much scarier when everything was in black and white.
My granny once was shutting the curtains at the cabin when she found herself face to face with an ugly old man peering in the window. He was just inches away looking right at her. She went wild and rushed out of the room hollering about an ugly old man looking in on her. Seconds later my dad and uncle (heavy wrench in hand) were out there looking for this character and they could find no trace of him. No footprints, no disturbed bushes, nobody running away. So they had granny look through the window again and she saw the scary old man but she could not disagree when it was explained to her that the "scary old man" had been her own reflection in the window.