Hussein Abbas

Is My Grandmother’s House Really Haunted

When I was a child, my grandmother’s house always felt strange in a way I couldn’t explain. It was very old, with tall, cracked walls and wooden floors that creaked with every step. My grandmother loved talking about the house’s past, but she often added strange stories about unexplainable events. I thought she was just trying to entertain us, but she always spoke with absolute seriousness.