House on Orange Street
I grew up in Hamlet on Orange Street. I remember that at night, we would see a little boy standing next to a hospital bed with an old woman in it, right in the middle of the downstairs living room floor. And they would just stare at us.
Then one time, I was running up the stairs really fast after cutting the lights off (IYKYK), and something grabbed my leg.
I could go on and on about that house all the way up to the last moments we lived there at age 18. That house was haunted lol.