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Hello. My name is Rosalind Harper. At least, that's my first and middle name. My last name is confidential information, for the purpose of this book, of course.

I decided to move into the house, which I will call the Old Farmhouse, with the intent to discover within the aged walls the inspiration for my first full-length novel. I'm not sure what I ever saw in the wallpaper that curled up at the edges, the old-fashioned radiators in almost every room, the mysterious stains on the ceilings and floors.

I spent a total of three months living inside that house, and despite being a rather skeptical person, found myself face-to-face with supernatural forces unlike anything I'd ever witnessed. The house was built in the 1790's, a few years after the Revolution had been fought and won. I met a total of twenty different ghosts, ranging in age from young to old, natural deaths to violent ones, and all of them remained there, inside the house, growing bored as the years marched on, and their lives didn't. They never aged, never hungered, trapped inside that house.

I promised to go on and tell their stories. These are all of the ones I collected, plus more that I heard about from the ones I spoke to.

Without further ado, these are their stories.