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That Haunted House

I bought a house that nobody else wanted. I got it dirt cheap because it was haunted. It was once owned by a murderess and nobody could trust her. Things got so bad in that house that I called the Ghostbusters. But those four women came running out of that house as fast as they could. I thought that hiring those women was a great idea but it didn't do any good. Everybody who lived in that house ended up in a bad shape. The last straw came when the ghost cornered me and I was raped. I burned down that house for the insurance because things were so creepy and odd. But the insurance company found out and now I've been sentenced to prison for fraud.

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