It all started one day after we moved in and was all settled that my mother thought we were all playing in the front bedroom because of all the laughing.
When we came running in the front door, she freaked out and told us about the laughing.
Little things happened and we continued to hear the laughing and found out that a little girl had died on a swingset in the yard behind us and catty corner but that she had played in the house while she was alive.
We named her Lily and just lived with it.
As we lived there longer, we started hearing foot steps outside the bedroom windows in my room which was one side of a large bedroom divided by a long sliding door made out of some kind of material I forgot.
One night after a date I came home and got in my bed which faced the window.
I saw the top part of the curtains move aside as if someone was opening them with their hand and then there appeared a very tall man in a long black cape with a tall black hat on.
It looked like a witch hat with the top cut off.
You couldn't see his face it was dark.
I was so scared that I pulled the covers over my head and didn't take them off until the next morning.
Things became awful there and bad things happened and one night we heard a shot and my mother and us kids huddled on one of the beds by the window and looked out to see a man fall down in our yard and a big old car pull up.
A man got out and pistol whipped this man until he looked dead and they dragged him in the car and drove off.
The police found needles and drugs and the bullet that had lodged in our tree.
Had the tree not been there, the bullet would have come through the window and maybe hit one of us.
Then my parents got divorced and live became miserable and we all started getting in trouble until my father moved us away from there.
I am sure I have blocked out many things that happend there that Megan might remember.
I still have nigthmares about the place but there are also many good memories.
When I went back to visit my family once, we went by the house and it had been remodeled and the man who lived there let me go in and look around.
It hadn't changed much and still felt strange and I got sad.
I wish I had stayed and looked in the back yard too.
There were no trees in the front yard any more.
I also wish I had the guts to ask him if any strange things happened to him in that house.


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