"I live in Albany, New York. The whole thing started last month," says Christie. "I was in my bedroom, like I usually am after school, doing homework. I started to hear music, bone-chilling piano music. I figured that my father must be playing the piano downstairs. I ignored it at first. Then I began to hear footsteps running down the hallway. I instantly knew it was my younger brother kidding again with his friends. I put that one aside... until the footsteps got louder and I couldn't help but checking it out...." Find out what Christie discovered.
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