THE HAUNTED HOUSE HISTORIES

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The HAUNTING of HONEYSUCKLE HALL




I knew it when I moved in. I just didn’t want to admit it.

There were too many signs. Noises. Creakings. Doors ajar. Breezes where there shouldn’t be any wind.

And then there was the silence. Noisy silence. Patient impatience. Like something was waiting for me to answer a question I hadn’t asked.

Something – or someone – expected me to acknowledge them.

It was the last thing I wanted to do. The last thing, except for one.

I never wanted to move into a haunted house."

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