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I lived in a house in Newcastle from the time I was born until I was fourteen. The old house was really creepy. My sister and I would hear what sounded like someone chopping carrots in the kitchen. Of course we never investigated! At one point, our garage had been converted into a den with a workshop for my dad. We cut the workshop in half with a curtain so my sister could have her own room. She was there for about a month before moving back in with me. She would keep having nightmares that something evil was chasing her (even before these dreams, we always felt an evil presence in that room). The last night she was there, she actually saw what was chasing her. I don't remember her description; all I know is that I hated the den. I never went in there during the night unless it was absolutely necessary, and then, only if the lights in the four rooms I had to walk through to get there were turned on. Once, about midnight, my mom got up to look out the window for no apparent reason. She saw what she thought at first to be some trespassers with flashlights walking around our back yard. But then the lights randomly flew above the trees, and she knew that they could not be flashlights. She described the lights as impossibly large fireflies. Jenni, Oklahoma
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