> Happy Halloween. Be safe today. Here is an eerie story.
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> When my friends mom was younger, her sister and she had to mow the lawn in front of the house every weekend. Their grandfather, who lived with them, would often sit in an upstairs window and watch as they did this chore. After the grandfather died, whenever my friend's mom would mow the lawn, she got an eerie feeling that there was still someone in the window, watching her, but every time she looked there was never anyone there.
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> A few years ago, she mentioned this to her sister for the first time and the sister, in surprise, replied that she always had the same eerie feeling when she mowed the lawn, too.
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> Spo"Around the campfire"oky Old Man

I used to talk to dead people, well person. And it was a large stuffed bunny.

I'll start again.

When I was in perschool and kindergarden my family lived in Pittsburgh, and for Easter our first year there I got a very large blue stuffed bunny rabbit. One of those carnival giant stuffed critters. I named it Tony, I had never met a Tony, my parents wern't sure were I learned the name. I would also sit up in my sleep and talk, apperantly one of the few coherent words to come out was Tony. My Uncle refussed to sleep in the same room with me.

Later my parents told me why. Before we lived the house, and I think before the people who lived there before us, a disfunctional family with a teenage son lived there.

His name was Tony.

He had my room.

Tony hung himself in the basement.

creepy eh?

Speed'You are entering another dimension...'ball