My old enemy moved into my old house lmao.
Sucks for her, but we ignore eachother now and I could care less about her.
Let me rephrase that because that sounded rude.
I leave her alone and she leaves me alone.
She wasn't exactly a bully because I was never the nicest towards her either, but at the same time she was pretty mean. So was I though.
I think I'm a nice person, but if someone is an asshole towards me I'll act the same way towards them.
One of my morals are "treat others the way you want to get treated."
It's cheesy, yes, but I stand my grounds.

I'm going to get to the point.
I'll start talking about experiences in my old house until there's more about my current one.
This chapter isn't a scary story, but it's about my 5th-7th grade enemy. Mostly 5th grade.
We've only had one interaction since then, and that's when she decided to mock me in the hallway.
She needs a life.

Anyways I moved out of my old house back in 6th grade, and she moved in.
The coincidence of that is really funny.
And both of our parents thought that we were friends, but really we weren't.
We just went along with it and acted like there was no fued between us.
And truth be told, we were more like frenemies actually.
While we hated eachother, we also could get along really well and hold funny conversations.

She reminded me a few times that she moved into my old house even though I knew it, and she even asked if I summoned a demon before I moved out.
I'm glad to report that I'm not the only one that got bad vibes from that house, but I'm no satanist soooo yeah.
When she said that I just laughed and said something like, "Sure".

I don't have any of her stories and I prefer to avoid talking to her, but I wouldn't be suprised if scary things happen to her. Or happened if they moved out.

That's all, get ready for some spooky stories about my old house.