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A little under a year ago I moved into this old style house by a highway. At first I loved the tight, cozy feeling of the place and didn't mind the draft that came under the doors. But after some time, I found the drafts make moaning noises more than peaceful whistles, the floorboards creak an irritating, and rather unnerving sound, and the cozy little walls to be suffocating.
I first noticed the "Presence" after a few nights in my room, and eventually began to grow accustomed to the ever- constant feeling of being watched in certain rooms of the house. When first moving in, I heard some stories about a family who lived here, or more about two family members lived AND died here. A Grandmother and her Grandson. Apparently, the grandson was left in the bathtub in the hall bathroom alone too long and drowned,(His bathroom is now My bathroom) and the Grandmother's place of death hasn't been specified but her bedroom is the one at the end of the hall with the bathroom in it. (My bedroom. O Joy!!)
I have explained that I feel that I am watched throughout the house, always feeling someone there keeping a close eye on me. But my most recent bathroom scare came about three months ago.
