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Kingsville Haunted House The teller is currently 24 years old, and works for the state department of education. Originally, he was out of the Baltimore area where he attended an elementary Catholic school. He transferred into Bell Air in 2nd tier and grew up there. After his parents separated, he moved back to Baltimore to live with his parents, and has remained in Baltimore ever since. The sister he mentions in the story went off to China years back. A weekend or two past, he, I, and a few other friends spent the day in one of the favorite hang-out places in Columbia, Pub Dog. It was there, sitting at our dimly lit booth, over some beers I heard him tell this story from his childhood. He spoke in a strangely matter-of-fact tone, thinking about the weirdness of this story he was telling, and in a smooth, comfortable fashion that appeared to indicate he'd told the story many times before. Here is the story he told: Okay. One night my sister and I had been in my own fatherвЂ™s house. He resides in Kingsville on 10 possibly 9 acres of property in this [little pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldnвЂ™t call it a farmhouse, just a type of small home on the market. The previous person who dwelt in the home was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for example, you know, regular stuff [quitting] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I had been in the house one night and then we had been cleaning up the house while my dad was on some kind of job out of the country and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We had been doing our stuff, and then the electricity flickered, and arrived back on. We didnвЂ™t believe anything of it. Then, outside of this door, we heard a noise, rather like a dog barking, but like, only enough not so that we knew it wasnвЂ™t. We hear this sound, and start for fre...