Reflections: Was it really like this?
And now, as I packed up and left the house at the end of the month, I couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened: was the house really haunted or was my mind playing tricks on me? After all, it’s very easy to let fear and isolation build into monsters where none exist. But some things were simply too real to be ignored: the footsteps, the moving objects, and that shadowy figure at the end of my bed.

I spent one month in a haunted house. Not something I’d ever expected or, for that matter, hope to go through again. It did, however, teach me much about the mystery of this world and the extent of what we know. Whether or not I truly believe in ghosts, only time will tell, but now I understand that some places come alive with energies and histories that make no sense. At times, those before us leave behind not just memories but a presence that stays in the walls and will sometimes whisper at night.