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    A young man by the name of Harry Styles
    decided to move into the old Sexton House on
    the end of Maple Grove, the house being
    known as ‘haunted’ by Anna Sexton. The
    young owner’s daughter was struck by
    lightning in the attic over a hundred years ago
    and little did Harry know what he would find
    in the tower window…

    WARNING: Do not read if u do not believe in ghosts……

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    Someone that really gets on my nerves is my mother.
    I love the woman dearly but, GOD, let me breathe! I’m twenty one
    years old and still treated as if I’m five. I’m
    a grown man but yet she doesn’t see that I
    don’t need her to take care of me anymore.
    I’m perfectly capable of picking out my
    clothes for the day or tying my own tie and
    that’s why I’m moving. Moving away from
    her and her over protected self. Sure we
    may be miles away but it’s not like I’ll never
    see her again, I’ll come down for Christmas
    and Thanksgiving and probably the rest of
    the yearly holidays.
    She wasn’t very happy when she heard
    about what house I had picked out but she
    didn’t get the awesome deal I got.
    Sure, the house has been on the market for
    years because of the story behind the house,
    it’s known for being haunted, but honestly I
    do not believe in ghosts nor demons. So why
    Even if it is haunted at least I won’t be
    lonely, ha ha. Plus, my mother did say she
    wouldn’t come visit me if the house is
    haunted so maybe this will keep her away
    for a while. Just enough time for me to get
    settled in and have some time alone. I don’t
    mind her visiting, I just need some alone
    I switch the radio station from country since
    that’s all they seem to play around here in
    I’m careful not to miss my street.
    I need to be turning on… Maple Grove is the
    name, I believe.
    A beeping noise goes off signaling that I
    need to get gas. I stop at ‘Russellville Gas
    Station’ pulling up to a pump and filling the
    tank up.
    As I’m waiting I look around the small town
    of Russellville, Kentucky seeing small shops
    of all sorts and little diners. It was a cute
    town, I guess you could say.
    People here spoke with country accents and
    rode horses in town, something you would
    never see or hear in New York.
    I moved from London to NYC in late 2011,
    it’s a beautiful city but me and my mother
    wanted to get away from the bad memories
    we left behind and make new ones. New
    York was great and all but it was just too
    fast paced and busy. I would much rather
    live in the country where it’s quiet and
    After putting the pump back I jumped in my
    old blue truck heading towards the end of
    town. About three minutes later I was at the
    edge of Russellville. From the small size of it
    my eyes landed on a street sign which read
    ‘Maple Grove’. I turned on the street being
    met by a large old white house with a small
    sign nailed to the brick, reading, ‘The
    Sexton House’.
    “Well, this must be it.” I said out loud only
    talking to myself.
    I pulled in to the gravel drive putting my
    truck in park before getting out. I headed
    for the front door digging around in my
    pockets for the key.
    Once found I unlocked the door, opening it
    with ease.
    “Wow.” I breathe out.
    I’m standing, I guess, in the living room.
    The carpet is red as ruby and the ceilings
    are so high I have to strain to see the top.
    Antique furniture with all sorts of colors are
    scattered on the floor, a fireplace is on the
    far left side wall. I walk over to it excited
    for the late night marshmallow roasting!
    Above the fireplace a portrait of a young girl
    with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes
    with porcelain skin sits on a chair staring
    deeply at me. Below the painting reads,
    ‘Rest in peace, our lovely Anna’.
    She was a beautiful girl, I had to admit.
    Stunning, actually.
    The longer I looked at the picture, the more
    lovely her face became. She had to be
    around the age of seventeen or eighteen.
    “You must be Mr. Styles.” I almost jumped
    out of my own skin from the voice.
    I quickly turned around to be met with an
    old man with white hair and stubble for a
    beard. He was dressed in all black with bags
    under his eyes.
    “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.” I
    breathed out trying to slow my heart rate
    I didn’t know anyone else was supposed to
    be here.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t’ve
    sneaked up on you like that.” He laughed
    lightly at himself and I.
    “No kidding.” I looked over at the man with
    a ‘can I help you?’ look.
    “Oh, yes. Yes. I’m Charlie, the Sexton House
    caretaker. I came to show you around the
    place.” He told me.
    “Well then, let’s see the rest of this house!” I
    happily said.
    Charlie took me to the kitchen where there
    were off white color walls and white floors
    and counter tops with cherry wood cabinets
    and matching table and chairs. It was very
    nice and big.
    He then lead me to the library which was
    filled with four walls covered in books and a
    few tables scattered around. There are two
    matching bedrooms on the first floor, both
    with king size beds with full baths.
    “Is there a basement?” I asked, Charlie
    looked over at me answering,
    “No, but there is a storm shelter out back
    but it’s pretty old. I don’t recommend going
    down there.” I nodded my head not
    planning to go see it.
    “I saw a stair case in the living room, I’m
    guessing there are more rooms upstairs?” I
    Charlie stopped and turned around to look
    at me.
    “Only the tower window, it’s a small room
    with a twin size bed and a boarded up
    window.” He spoke with a hushed voice like
    someone could hear us.
    “Well, let’s go check it out.” I said heading
    for the staircase but I was soon grabbed by
    the forearm.
    “I don’t go up there and I advise you not to
    either.” I stepped back onto the ground
    floor waiting for him to let go of my arm for
    it was beginning to hurt.
    “And why’s that?” I ask the old man in front
    of me.
    “Mr. Styles-”
    “Please, call me Harry.”
    “Alright, Harry. I don’t know if you got the
    memo or not but this house is haunted and
    has been for years.” He says with fear
    written on his face.
    “By who?” I wondered.
    “By Anna Sexton. Joe & Rose Sexton’s
    daughter. She got struck by lightning in that
    tower room by the window. It’s said that the
    outline of her is still imprinted on the
    window and that’s why it’s boarded up.” I
    thought for a moment.
    So a young girl died in this house and I’m
    now living in it… What a freakin awesome
    story to tell!
    “Wait, so the girl in the picture above the
    fireplace is…”
    “Anna Sexton.”


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    Blaise brayne
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    I land the crib
    make I call my goons








    come and call them all

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    AH MO NE
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    okay ride on boss @t-dak come call register oo uncle @mastersam1 is here

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    AH MO NE
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    I don Land

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    @Ritagold tanks sweetie…….

    OP u na ghost stories u like oooooo
    I just the dream at night…..
    OK give us the boom…

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