I woke up one morning and it was still dark outside. I just looked at my clock, and it was 5:37am, but I was not tired. So, I walked down the hall of my house. My house is 102 years old, and I know that somebody by the name of Mr. Gordy died in my house. I was being very quiet, because I did not want to wake up my sister and her boyfriend. And, as I walked by my grand hall, I saw an old man. He just stared at me, and I was so scared, I screamed at the top of my lungs. My sister and her boyfriend ran out into the hall, and they could not understand why I went 'Crazy'. I couldn't talk. I just kept on shaking and crying, because I was so scared. Later on I told them what happened, but no one believes me. How it changed my life:I am now aware that ghosts do exist, and I will never doubt anyone else's stories about ghosts.
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