I was at my grandma's house for the summer. My grandpa had died that year, and my aunt and uncle said that there was something weird in the house ever since. Of course, I didn't believe them-- I thought they were just scaring us. One night my cousin and I couldn't sleep. The bedroom was so hot all of the sudden; we were both covered in sweat. Then we realized that the fan had gone off. I then heard footsteps. I thought maybe it was my aunt, but they stopped at our door. That's when the curtains began waving, like someone brushed past them. I grabbed hold of my cousin's hand, and it was ice cold in spite of the heat. We closed our eyes and never opened them again till morning. Now I believe it's really true about that house.

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