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“My grandparent’s house, that I grew up in, is haunted by an older man who is confused by why my grandmother passed away. He didn’t haunt the house while she was alive, just after she passed. Now it’s so bad we can’t step foot in the place and it’s been condemned. The lights turn on and off, I would hear boots on the linoleum, and my grandmother’s coffee cup we kept on the table would slide across it like someone was pushing it. I’ve seen a roll of paper towels get lifted, I’ve heard him laugh after I told a dirty joke. I see him every now and then in the window when I go to look at the outside of the house. He just looks sad.”

Submitted by Anonymous
Story collected  by A. Landreth, Liminal Ambassador