Yesterday around noon I was in the living room with my son. Suddenly we saw the door knob turning and the door was shaking, I told my son to open the door, because I thought it was my mother. He opened the door and there was nobody there, we check the rest of the apartment ,not a soul. The door that I'm talking about is one that goes to a hall that leads to the bedrooms and a staircase to the first floor . It was impossible to my mother to went down the stairs in seconds, because she is 82, and can't walk fast. Maybe it was a ghost or an earthquake.
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