Being a kid raised in the inner city there’re not a lot of things to do. So most of us kids would sit around and talk about the stories we would hear from the older people in the neighborhood. One story that seemed to be on all of our minds was the one that happened in the house next door to mine. It was a story of a very attractive middle-aged woman, who was obsessed with wanting a marital relationship and having a family. However, her boyfriend didn’t feel the same. He would tell her, I need more time. She was getting tried of waiting, she would ask him almost every day, “Are you ready yet?” It came to the point where he couldn’t take it any longer. The story goes that he went insane and stabbed her over and over again. He then took her body to the coal cellar in the basement and laid it on top of the coals; he also put her new wedding dress next to the bloody body. The story continues, stating that she walks the halls of the house in her wedding dress looking for a husband.

Our friends, Dawn, Wendy, and Heidi lived in the house; we would ask them if they heard sounds or saw things. All three agreed the house was haunted. They said sounds wou

We all agreed we would take this seriously. We put the board on the living room table, lit a candle, turned off all the lights and set the radio on an instrumental station with the volume down low. The feeling in the room was cold and eerie. My sister started to speak, “We are calling the lady that was killed next door, are you with us?” Nothing happened. She asked again this time the flame on the candle started to move as if there was a breeze. She asked again “Are you with us?” As the flame moved side to side, the message indicator under our fingertips started to move. Gradually working its way up to the "yes". We all just looked at each other, then she asked, “Is the story about you true?” My heart was beating and my palms sweating as the piece started to move again. This time the piece moved slowly to the left and then back on the "yes". Tammy jumped up and said “I do not want to do this anymore!” We were all telling her it was all right to calm down.

Then as she began to sit down, the message indicator went flying on to the floor and the flame on the candle shot into the air! Almost instantly the radio went to static, I heard a door slam! We were all f

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