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Okay, so I've talked before about how the house is haunted. Well, one night my dad had gone to bed before my mom, as he normally does. Mom said that she'd be up after while.
Well, about half an hour or so later (he wasn't real sure of the time), he felt the bed go down like Mom got into bed. He rolled over to tell Mom good night...and there was no one there.
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