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One day, my mother, grandma and Aunt J were talking.  It was that whispered kind of conversation that they obviously didn't want me or my cousins to overhear, but I pretended to be playing in an area where I could hear them talking about ghosts.  This was very unusual, as my aunt was your typical suburbanite mother, and none of them had ever expressed any interest in the paranormal, they didn't even watch fantasy or horror movies.  This made the story much creepier to me, because there was no way I could dismiss it as something they'd make up. My Aunt J's husband Uncle D was a house painter, who wore a white paint-stained uniform for work.  My grandparents were having him repaint parts of the basement.  Uncle D & Aunt J were the only people in the house one day, and he was downstairs painting. Aunt J walked into the living room to get something and saw a white figure standing right beside the closet door.  She began to say “What are you doing, don't wear those clothes on the carpet!” when she realized it was decidedly NOT my uncle.  The creepiest part is, she said the figure looked just as stunned to see her before it disappeared.  Uncle D walked in the doorway about five minutes later, he had been out getting some more supplies at the time she'd seen the figure. A few months later, my brother and cousin D slept over one night (I flatly refused to) when they heard footsteps going down the hallway, and the sink turned on.  They assumed it was just one of my grandparents getting a drink, but the water kept running for a long time.  When my brother went to check, our grandparents door was still closed (you could see the door from the living room, where they were sleeping) but the bathroom door was open, and the sink was on. My grandma said that she knew there was a spirit in or near the hallway, and had seen it herself a few times.  She assumed it was the ghost of a blacksmith who had died when the upstairs caught fire years and years ago, but I always thought it might have been my Uncle Jimmy, who had died of AIDs a few years after I was born (or perhaps Jimmy's boyfriend, who spent his substantial fortune trying to save him, and my grandfather threw him out as soon as Jimmy died. He died alone on the streets.  I sure as hell would haunt them for that).   A few years after, she said she felt that he'd moved on (again, I was overhearing adult conversation).  The strangest thing to me was that the hallway felt so much lighter.  They hadn't changed the wallpaper or anything, but it wasn't dark anymore. I found out that almost every member of my family had despised that hallway, but no one wanted to talk to each other about it!

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: That's very strange! I wonder if there were any cults in your area? 6/10 for scares and thank you for sharing!

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