I have lived 16 years of my life in ancient, two-story house. Anyone who has just droven by myself tells me it's creepy. When I am home alone during night, I hear noises. There are a lot of stories to be told. Let's start with a death. That's where most horror books start, right? There was death in my house. Let's be more specific about its location. I slept near the room. Every time I would go into that room, I'd get this eerie feeling. The windows are fogged in there. I know it is just a leak in the seal or whatever,but in one window it really looks like a body up against the window. Actually the woman wasn't killed. She died of a failed brain tumor surgery. Another story, I was walking upstairs with the lights on. As I am walking up, there is this shadow walking down the stairs. I get upstairs.Nobody upstairs. Now I'm freaked. Third story, Keely, Ryan's sister, has told me she heard singing during the night. Unless I sleepwalk and sleepsing really good or the radio was on. So ends this chapter of Lifestyles of Strange and Abnormal.