I'm willing to bet that many of us, growing up, knew of a "real" haunted house in the neighborhood. For me, it was a place we walked past on the way to elementary school. It was up high, and we could never see any entry to get in - not that we would ever want to.
As I recall, it was boarded up, but had been a tall cathedral, sitting up on a hill, with a steeple and a small, singular window. Some of the kids claimed they had seen a face at the window.
It was terrifying, creepy, unnatural, nightmarish, fear gripping, and I loved it! To impress others we would boast about how we had to stay after school, or arrive late in the morning and walked past it by ourselves! (These were often when the story-teller claimed to have "actually seen" the creepy face.)
What was yours?
As I recall, it was boarded up, but had been a tall cathedral, sitting up on a hill, with a steeple and a small, singular window. Some of the kids claimed they had seen a face at the window.
It was terrifying, creepy, unnatural, nightmarish, fear gripping, and I loved it! To impress others we would boast about how we had to stay after school, or arrive late in the morning and walked past it by ourselves! (These were often when the story-teller claimed to have "actually seen" the creepy face.)
What was yours?
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