The first thing I can remember was when I was about, what, six years old. We had sneaked into the old abandoned "mansion", that we shouldn't have gone - we were told that. I felt really spooked when we got in, nervous. I got even more nervous on the second floor, but anyway got dared to go to the attic. I was white as a sheet there - sis remembers - and urging the other (there were four of us) to get out and not to go into a corner
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The only experiences that come to mind are the ones that happened in the last place we had lived for quite a while. Once, it had been a big house, but the current owner had made them into separate appartments
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