I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. The writing on the wall : comments.
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Do you know the history of the house?
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Pretty much. It's a cottage, one of a row built to house workers at the mill that used to be over the road, built 1839.
From censuses and the like, we know all the families who've lived here over the years - we even had a visit from the daughter of a man born here. I grew up in a haunted house so I know how it feels, and I've never felt anything much here before. It's a mystery.
If it had been accompanied with banging doors and shimmering lights and cold spots and all the rest, I'd be freaking big time, but it wasn't, so I'm not.
I'm sure there *is* a logical explanation, but I've no idea what it is.
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