This is a true story about living and raising my two sons in a haunted house, I was sick of apartment living, even tho I had only been there for about three years, three years was long enough, one night I woke to the light shining from the television that was in my room, I looked at my doorway, and then to a little crucifix that was on a chain I had hanging on a nail above the light switch, I couldn't believe what I saw, there were a bunch of black nasty worms and small snakes crawling all over the crucifix, I went and got my son and some blankets, and I laid him on the couch, I sat right next to him wide awake with every light on in the apartment, I wasn't waiting for summer, I wanted to move now, I didn't want to move into the big old ugly house, but I didn't have a choice, mother said I had to leave because there wasn't any room for me and my first born at her apartment, it seem like shit started happening right after the creepy guy from next door pointed out to me where the three dead bodies were laying, I was in my room lying down trying to sleep, I heard the living room floor squeaking like somebody was walking around in there, I didn't hear foot steps, I just heard the squeaks, when the squeaks stopped a music box started to play,I couldn't move, I didn't have the money, plus I didn't want to, living there was scary and exciting at the same time, but if the ghosts, pookas, lost souls or whatever, started messing with my boys, I was going to try my best to get the hell out of that house, so that is what I said.

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