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Originally written by Herbert.
Where I grew up for most of my childhood was in a three family brick house on a city street. I am fortunately not the only one in my family to have seen or heard things in this house. I even once wanted to go to City Hall to see what used to be at the spot where this house now sits before it was built but never got the chance. This house also has an attic, which my family used for all sort's of things, such as a storage place.
My cousin used to have his DJ equipment up there. Also, my friends and I used to play up there (only during the day). Well, anyway, I was asleep on the couch in the dining room and the couch faces the door that leads to the attic. I awoke from my sleep and could not move but in front of me I saw what had to be a little boy, maybe 3 1/2 to 4 feet tall, with a baseball cap on. The thing was, was that I was terrified but couldn't move.
This boy did nothing but stand there and mind you, I could not see his face when I tried to view under the cap, there was nothing there. No face, nothing. He had on a striped shirt. He had arms and jeans on, but no face. I could feel all this evil coming from him and then he just disappeared. My older sister once opened the door to the attic hallway and my sister said that she saw a figure in a wheelchair waving to her, telling her to, "Come here."
Also, the people across the street from us said that they often saw a woman in the window in that same hallway just standing there looking out of the window. People would say that they could hear a wheelchair rolling across the floor in the attic. I just know that these things are real, and not made up. I believe people when they tell me stories about how they saw a ghost or something.
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