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When I was a teenager a bunch of my friends wanted to spend the night in a house that was haunted. We drove 20 miles to their friends house for our big adventure. It was certainly haunte by something. There were lots of cold spots throughout the house. My friend Mike said someone pushed him in the hall, I just laughed at him. Later on no one was laughing. We thought it would be cool to tell ghost stories in the living room with candles but we couldn't keep the candles lit. Oh well, we just kept it up, we were foolish teens!
As the stories progressed and the night grew later, strange things started happening. In the kitchen cupboard doors would open and close. The radio came on a few times, but would only say a word or two before turning off. The lights started flickering and would glow really bright for a second, it was cool but strange.
I was geting a little nervous so I stepped out for a smoke. The next thing I know, I hear screams coming from the house. So I head to the door but I can't get it open. My friends are on the other side screaming at me to open the door, but it won't budge! I tell Mike to kick the door and just as I said that the door came flying open at me. I've never seen my friends move so fast!!
The kid that lived there just laughed at us! We were all so shook up we went down to the park to smoke a J, probably not the brightest idea but hey we were young! At the park I asked what happened it there and they said they felt something come bursting through the room and it brushed everyone and everything it passed, they freaked. Just then a huge breeze kicks up and starts blowing, everyone ran to the car in a panic!
I guess the crazier part is that twenty years later Gary takes me through the same town and I remark about the haunted house to him. He laughs and says "Yeah, everyone knows that place is haunted!"
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