The Haunted Bungalow!

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 I always loved old houses, with their creaky floorboards and hidden nooks. So when I came across the listing for a beautiful bungalow that was over a century old, I knew I had to have it. My family was hesitant about the purchase, but I convinced them that it was the perfect place for us.


It wasn't long after we moved in that strange things started happening. Doors would open and close on their own, and we could hear footsteps coming from the empty rooms. But we dismissed it as the house just settling in.


One night, I woke up to the feeling of someone breathing on my neck. I turned around to find a ghostly figure standing at the foot of my bed. Its eyes were black and hollow, and it seemed to be staring right through me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out.


The next day, I told my family about the ghostly encounter, but they didn't believe me. That is, until they started experiencing strange phenomena themselves. My wife saw the same ghostly figure in the hallway, and my son heard someone whispering his name in his ear.


The bungalow that I thought was charming and full of character had become our worst nightmare. We tried everything to get rid of the ghost, but it seemed to be too deeply rooted in the house. We decided to leave the bungalow, but as we were packing our bags, we saw the ghostly figure again. It was as if it didn't want us to leave.


We never went back to the haunted bungalow again. Even after all these years, I still get chills when I think about that ghostly figure and what might have happened if we had stayed. Some houses are better left abandoned, and this bungalow was definitely one of them.

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