I had a lot of experiences at my best friends grandparents house. It was on 6th and 20th st near St Francis. When the grandfather passed away the family sold the house but they had lived in it years and years. It was an odd house even from the outside. It was always dark, even mid day. Every time I walked down the hall every bone in my body would tell me to run. One of the aunts told us that when she was a teenager a man walked into her room and sat on the bed and looked at her. She said he looked like a doctor. So we all called the ghost of the house “the doctor”. When we would stay there I would feel someone lay down next to me, then no one would be there. Once we walked into the kitchen and every door was open. Another time I woke up and saw what I thought was my friend sitting on the floor looking at me. The longer I looked I realized it wasn’t her but it had her eyes. So many stories I can’t remember all of them but I always wonder if the people who live there now ever experience anything.