I remember my great great grandmother's house. It was huge and white. It was built on graves and shit like that. And everytime it rained, blood would pour from the ceiling. And a spot under the rug was always covered in maggots and blood. It was quite freaky.

Then another time, my mom saw the devil. She was sleeping and they had some weird devil thing on their table. It was of God standing on the devil. And my mom was laying there when she woke up. She heard noises around the stairs but didn't pay any mind to it. She then looked at the end of the bed and saw the devil. And my great grandpa, who has never seen the house explained to her what each and every room look liked. Which was freaky but he is a prist. And he told her to never go back.

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