The Haunted Door

"My mother was quite an attractor of ghosts," writes Connie, "and I have many stories to share about growing up, but the one that sticks in my mind is the time my father brought home an old door. He'd found it it on top of a heap of trash in front of an old house that was being demolished. Dad had been doing some renovations to the second floor of our home in Levittown, Pennsylvania, and he needed the door to close off his and mom's bedroom from the upstairs hallway. The first night after dad hung the door, around 3:00 a.m., we were all awakened by loud pounding coming from the crawl space directly behind my mother's headboard...." That was just the beginning of the activity. Read the rest of Connie's story.

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