Which is more terrifying: Unexpectedly encountering a ghost... or the anticipation of coming face-to-face with the unknown in a place that you’ve heard might be haunted by something unspeakable? Does sheer terror lie in something outside ourselves, or in the dark, unlimited creations of our own imaginations? Allow P.S. Gifford to share a frightening experience of a night alone in an abandoned, haunted house.
Great story! Reminds me of a scene in "Salem's Lot" where one of the characters had a vision in one of the rooms of the old house (of a man hung) and remained terrified by the memory all his life.
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