I was 10. A new family moved into our neighborhood. I became friends with their daughter, and she always told me that their house was haunted. One day, I was playing in the yard with her when a disheveled-looking man came running out their front door, followed by her parents. The man proceeded to run into the woods. It turned out that the man was living in their attic and kept it locked from the inside, but my friend’s dad finally pried it open. Since then, I have been carefully checking every house I have ever lived in
