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Basement
I had my room in my Mother's basement at one point. Half the basement (where I was) was finished and the other half wasn't. Every night I had Satanic dreams and I tried really hard to stick it out. I stayed down there for like six weeks. There was this awful chanting coming through the walls and I'd hear it even when I (thought) I was awake. She lives in a 1929 Spanish Tutor and the neighbors told us that it was haunted. Anyway, every family that has lived there ends up divorced. They told us this when we first moved in and we didn't believe them. Lo and behold my parents ended up divorced 10 years later. At least it took awhile... I just told my older sister about my "dreams" and she said the same thing happened to her and that's why she moved back upstairs; and she is not afraid of anything. She used to love staying home all alone and watch horror movies to try and scare herself.
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