Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Old Home

 This is the house I lived in as a teenager. I saw it yesterday while visiting both my brothers in Sussex and Kent. I always thought it was haunted but no-one else thought so. There were dog graves in the garden (not our dogs) and it was  a human ghost, not a dog ghost. Because the downstairs was lower than street level we would see visitors feet walk past the sitting room window somewhat unusually.

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