I just moved into a new house in New Brunswick for the school year that is unbelievably old. Always when I would be in the house on my own (fully knowing no one else was in the house) I would hear distinct footsteps from the floor above, traveling from one end of the house to another (very different from the usual house settling noises). The sounds of doors opening and closing would radiate through out the place, and there would always be that off feeling that someone else was indeed in the place from time to time. The event however that convinced me this place was semi-haunted was one night in the middle of a completely normal dream, it was suddenly interrupted by an older man with grey hair and a terribly malevolent look on his face. He then gave a snarl and I heard nothing but loud cackling laughter. It rocked from my sleep and the second I woke up my entire DVD rack (with about 100+ movies) slowly tipped forward and fell throwing all my DVD's everywhere.
Surprisingly I wasn't that scared. More pissed than anything because earlier in the week I had just put them all in alphabetical order.
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