My grandmas house (now owned my an aunt and uncle) is in the middle of a very old woods. It's a lovely, warm place to be when the rest of the family is there but eerie when you are by yourself. I always tried to avoid that. Mostly things I saw there would fall into the "ghost" category I guess.
Except a couple. My grandma was from an Irish family and still put out milk/food for the "faeries".
I wont hikejack the thread on that but you can probably imagine where that story goes.
After I left Minnesota at the age of 18, I lived in an old funeral home in Atlanta, Georgia.

I wont hikejack the thread on that but you can probably imagine where that story goes.
After I left Minnesota at the age of 18, I lived in an old funeral home in Atlanta, Georgia.

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