Melomiri

The Lucky Ghost House

Language: en

I shelled out $25,000 for a house with a past. On my first night there, the kitchen light flickered on by itself. Under its glow, an old woman sat at the dining table. She smiled at me. “Sweetie, why are you so thin?” she asked. Later, I learned she was the previous owner. And she had been dead for three years.

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