My parents always made me promise when I was a kid not to go to any "real" haunted houses with my friends. Apparently a friend of theirs when they were young went out to see a haunted house with his friends in the woods, but as it turned out an old curmudgeon of a hermit lived their and shot their friend dead for trespassing. The irony of that was always more haunting than any ghost I think.
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