It was built in the New England gothic style. It was one of many structures built in the gothic style in the little town and I was fortunate enough t... buy the one with a hidden history.“Well, you men loving ghosts, here I come,” I said as I stepped on the porch and unlocked the front door. I walked in and sighed with the knowledge I was in possession of my own home. Looking forward to the work I would have to do in order to make it habitable, I pulled out a notebook and began to make a list. Now I am here to tell you one new story which happened just last week. But I m not suppose to tell this story due to aunty. She is really afraid a lot. But after reading some stories here aunty feel free to share our own story.My aunty and her family lives. She is our family frnd since my childhood, she looks so sexy & hot figure how to tell white skin small boobs (32) nice structured ass (34). From past 2yrs I am trying to impress her. I am attracted with her ass & cute boobs I love her lot;. Halfway through English class there was a rapping on the classroom door. One of the kids who brown nosed in the school office was handing a note to Mrs. Hailey. That happened sometimes, usually when somebody's grandma died or whatever. I took advantage of the situation to punch Ricky in the thigh again."Matt Ford!" Mrs. Hailey looked at me and I sat up straight real quickly, figuring I was busted, and Ricky was muttering under his breath."Huh?" I looked at her and then I wondered for a second. Although their audible argument was irrelevant to their deaths, the video was vital evidence. The Coroner wanted us to know exactly what was on the record before the public and Press heard it. He had asked his Clerk to telephone Frank and I so that we could hear it together. I was about to get up to make myself a cup of strong coffee when the phone rang again. It was Frank. ‘Megan? Did the Coroner’s Clerk ring you?’ ‘Yes, Frank. I don’t believe it. I would have known. Jack couldn’t have kept.