The scariest moment in my life

When I was around 10 years old, my mother and I visited my aunt and her family. Her house was located in a remote an remote old city.

It was looked like a mansion that was  built a couple of centuries ago.

As I From what I heard from my cousins, it was the home of a local noble family made it their home for many generations.

By the In the afternoon, my mother left me with my aunt's family and went back home.

My cousins and I spent the whole evening playing and soon it was became dark.

After (our) dinner, my aunt showed me the guest's room, which and it  was tidied up was arranged for me (to sleep).

I bid my cousins a good night and stretched out my legs on the bed.

As I close my eyes, I could remember hear the story my cousins told me earlier in the evening about the suicidal of the previous house owner, and that the house was/is haunted by his ghost.

"is" > if it is still haunted /"was"> if it is not now.

I tried my best to get rid of this thought and spent around an hour praying to god to give me the strength to overcome this fear. But unfortunately, my fear was kept growing stronger inside me to the point that untill I finally jumped out off  of  bed and ran screaming to the room where my cousins were sleeping. My aunt came to the room and asked my cousins to give me some a space on their bed for me to sleep. In the next day Early morning the next day, I left my aunt's house and headed back home as I didn't want to spend another night in their "haunted" house.