I love a good ghost story. In fact, I love most ghost stories. There’s something so satisfying about that chill running down your spine. I go back and forth on whether or not I actually believe in ghosts, but there’s no doubt I love the stories.
Most ghost stories I’ve read are enough to give a bit of a chill. There’s the sound of something in an attic, or a house which is creepy, but… I can’t relate to. I, like most people my age who are living in a city, live in an apartment. That means there’s not that much room for hauntings at all. It’s hard to be a scary ghost when I can see everything at all times.
