I’ve searched for years for the perfect house. Now, perhaps, I’ve found it. It wasn’t until I had bought it and moved in, that I heard from the local grocer that Margaret Jones died in the house, and that it had been on the market for some time. When I investigated further I found that the old lady had been murdered in the most violent of fashions. Eventually the gossip ceased but then strange things began happening about the house. Strange noises could be heard during the hours of darkness and objects seemed to be moved overnight. I was beginning to wonder if I had made the right choice.
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