When I was growing up, we lived a run down, creepy two family house with weirdos living upstairs and my toxic family downstairs. During that time two people died upstairs. I am not sure how many other people died in the house because it was an old house, but two people died for certain.
For many years the kitchen light flickered non stop and my parents were afraid to ask the owner to fix the light because they were afraid that he would increase the rent. So for at least 5 to 10 years or more we tolerated a flickering kitchen light that never stopped. My grandfather called it the crazy light. Was it a ghost fucking with our minds?
Possibly.
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