When I was younger, my family and I used to live in an apartment in El Paso. Every night my little sister would go into the corners and talk to a guy named Bob. She told us Bob used to live here, but I thought it was just her imagination. Then, really late at night, I heard voices. My little sister was sitting by the closet talking to a man, a least, that's how the voice seemed like. It was so creepy that I just left the light on every night until the fear just went away.
A couple of days later my parents kept on seeing a shadow of a man in the hall. Then at three a clock in the morning we heard knocking on the front door. My dad decided to stay up and see who was knocking on the door. He heard knocking on the door but nobody was there. It was scary since we didn't know who or what was doing the banging. It was also getting worse with my sister talking to Bob and with banging.
My parents just decided to move and we got a new house. I don't know who lives there now, I'm just really glad I left. I really don't like it that my sister named a huge teddy bear Bob.
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