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¡¡¡¡There were no stairs. Apparently, the stairwell had collapsed into the cellar long ago, leaving only a yawning opening 10 feet above a tangled pile of old timbers on the cellar floor below. And yet, Candy had sworn she had seen someone walk by an upstairs window. We explored the house more completely, now being VERY careful since we knew just how bad off the place really was. We didn¡¯t find any second staircase, and there was no way to reach the second floor. Its a mystery that has remained unsolved, as in the middle of our exploration we heard the truck door slam outside, and we all beat a hasty retreat out the back so we wouldn¡¯t get caught trespassing.

¡¡¡¡I don't know if it was a ghost she saw, or if it were someone who could climb like an orangutan, but it's all a moot point now. That house was demolished only one year later, and a nice shiny new modern split-level was erected in its place. I wonder if the owners of that house have any late night visitors...