When I was little around six or seven we lived in a small house with three bedrooms and one bath. Every night in the summer, I would sleep with my mom because my room would be terribly hot! Every night when we were settled in and sleeping, we would hear a woman screaming through the open window. My dad would go out and investigate to find no sign of any human life! Either we had a good prankster or a ghost at the time I was hoping it was a prankster.
After we moved away, my brother’s friend moved in. He has had no encounters with the screaming woman!
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