In the 1970s, we lived in an old Victorian house in San Francisco that was rumored to be haunted. I was asleep one night when I woke up feeling a breeze blowing through an open window, which I did not leave open. I looked up and saw a young woman in a white nightgown standing in front of the window with her arms stretched out like she was yawning. I wasn’t sure if it was real or if I was dreaming, so I went back to sleep. The next day, I was talking to a neighbor that has lived on the same street for over 40 years, and told him about it. He said there was a woman that lived there in the 1930s and her jealous boyfriend climbed up through the window and shot her. I’m not too sure if I believe in ghosts, but that experience seemed real to me. We lived there for another year and I never saw her again.
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In the 1970s, we lived in an old Victorian house in San Francisco that was rumored to be haunted. I was asleep one night when I woke up feeling a breeze blowing through an open window, which I did not leave open. I looked up and saw a young woman in a white nightgown standing in front of the window with her arms stretched out like she was yawning. I wasn’t sure if it was real or if I was dreaming, so I went back to sleep. The next day, I was talking to a neighbor that has lived on the same street for over 40 years, and told him about it. He said there was a woman that lived there in the 1930s and her jealous boyfriend climbed up through the window and shot her. I’m not too sure if I believe in ghosts, but that experience seemed real to me. We lived there for another year and I never saw her again.
I already do my grandpa haunts my mom’s house all the time! Doors and cabinets open and sometimes see somebody passing through the hallway.