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My Grandma, very religious, honest, and respected in the community talked of growing up on a farm in Nebraska that was haunted.
The horses would periodically break out of the corral and gallop around and around the house, one specific rocking chair would rock all by itself, and late one night their cat ventured upstairs into the attic where they heard a screech followed by a loud thud. They ran upstairs and she claimed it was evident the cat was thrown against the attic wall where it laid there dead in a heap.
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