Haunted house

I’ve been scared of haunted houses for as long as I can remember, but no house has ever haunted me as much as the one I grew up in. To the unknowing eye it seems like your regular two bedroom apartment. Living room, kitchen, bath, terrasse, everything you need to make a lovely home. Yet, the wooden floors you see are the previous keepers of my blood stains, bed sheets laced with my tears, comforters filled with my discomfort.

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