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When my grandmother was young, she lived in a house said to be haunted. Strange things happened there like lights turning on and off and doors creaking open or shut on their own. Rumor had it that a previous owner had taken his own life inside, and his restless spirit remained. Basically, your typical ghost story.

For the most part the strange happenings could be easily explained away however one night my grandmother had an experience that no one could explain.

Her bedroom connected to a small greenhouse, which then led outside. There were two doors, one from the bedroom into the greenhouse, and another from the greenhouse to the yard. Both were always locked.

One winter night, my grandmother was home alone in bed. No matter how many blankets she pulled over herself, she couldn’t get warm. She shivered the whole night to no avail.

The next morning when she rose she was met with a sight that froze her blood more than the cold had. The bedroom door to the greenhouse stood wide open. Snowy footprints trailed from the greenhouse into her room. And yet, the door from the greenhouse to the outside remained firmly locked!

She was obviously very upset however nothing was ever found that morning. There were no signs of an intruder, and no explanation for the footprints in the snow. Both doors had been locked tight, just as they always were, leaving no possible way for anyone to have entered. To this day, the mystery has never been solved. Perhaps the house really was haunted.