(651) Haunted house

Many years ago three girls went away for a week end. We booked a rest house near the sea. There were three rooms but after dinner we decided to crowd into the biggest room.

It was a run-down house. Trees around the detached structure weren't pruned and as a result the sitting room was dim. Like houses built in the sixties, there were air holes above every wall. Wind would blow across the big spacious rooms.

We had fun cooking whatever provisions we brought. We talked late into the night. At that point we were fresh out of high school. Our future stretches ahead of us. It was good to get out of the grimy city for a short trip.

It was not until we were on the bus heading back to the city that Cynthia told us that she thought the house was haunted. I said when I used the toilet at night I felt goose pimples on the back of my neck. Denise said she woke up at three am and had to use the toilet. On the way out she saw a palm print on the wall next to the door. The next morning, she made a point of checking, there was nothing there. Whatever it was, we had no intention of returning to that place.

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