38th & POLK
I used to live around 38th & Polk, there was a house there.
We lived there from the time I was born until I was like 6 or 7 and that house was crazy.
Haunted, like doors would open and close by themselves.
I seen an old woman standing in the bathroom one night. I went, and I distinctly remember pulling a chair all the way over to the refrigerator standing up in the freezer and getting a bowl of ice cubes and taking it back to the room.
And it was there, literally one second and then the next it was gone.
Then, years later, I had a friend when I was a teenager that lived right on the corner from that house, and he said that one day, he and another guy were outside working on bicycles. And the woman that was living there at the time came running out of the front door screaming, make it stop. Make it stop, make it stop.
And they went up to the house, opened the front door and there's like three or four doors that are visible right from the front door-- and all of those doors were opening and closing violently.
It's been a rent house ever since, and nobody stays for a year Lease.