When I was little, I lived in a newly built duplex. My great uncle lived in one part and my mother and father in the other. I lived here for a short period of my life. The house and land have since been torn down.
When the house was being constructed, my mother went for an exploration inside. She went to a room that was going to soon belong to her. The room was in the back of the house, facing the backyard. She began to feel uneasy like someone was watching her. She looked to the window seeing multiple faces staring in. The faces were all decrepit and decaying with wide eyes. None of the faces were recognized as anyone she knew. She ran out of the room to tell my grandparents working in the front of the house. At first, they didn't believe her because it seemed so far fetched.
Just beyond the backyard, my uncle discovered overgrown graves hidden. The graves had been there for many years before the property was claimed. No one knew who they belonged to but out of respect, they were taken care of. After, the faces never appeared again to my mother.
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