A GHOSTLY SOLDIER
- The following is a true story that happened to me and my family on
a vacation trip to the Little Big Horn National Battlefield.
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- My wife, kids and I went out to the Little Big Horn National Battlefield,
Crow Agency, MT in 1992. I have a Great Uncle named Myles Keogh, who rode
with Custer and was the Commander of Company "I". I wanted to
see just where he died. I had to explain to the Rangers who I was and how
I was related to Myles and after I told them in detail my relationship
they allowed me and only me to go to where he died and do a rubbing on
his stone where he died. When I finished, we decided to go further into
the Battlefield
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- It was about 11:00am and 105 degrees with heat lightning flashing in
the distance as we drove out to Reno-Benteen (Ridge) Battlefield on the
South end of the site. We were the only ones foolish enough to go out there
in that heat, and there was not a soul in sight. When we parked and got
out and started to snoop around for a while when a "Soldier"
in full uniform came up over the ridge from the direction of the river!
We started talking with him about the battle and the kids were asking questions
and he looked wiped (bushed/tired) so I went to the cooler and gave him
a cold soda (Pepsi)He looked at it very STRANGELY, but didn't open it.
We explained our relationship to Myles and the Soldier started telling
us things that only a person who knew Myles could know. Like, Myles was
a spy/informer/assassin for President Grant. Grant hated Custer for a slight
at the end of the Civil War, and Custer was going to run for President
after the battle. (Common knowledge) Then the soldier told us how Uncle
Myles was loved by his men because he shared his liquor, (this was something
I always wondered about but, I didn't want to ask him if Uncle Myles was
a mean DRUNK. Myles supposedly had numerous casks of whiskey with the pack
train). How Custer was shot as he tried to cross the Little Big Horn River
in a flanking maneuver. The soldier told us that Uncle Myles was a crack
shot with a rifle. How after they (Custer's Battalion) was pushed up onto
Custer Hill by the Indians, Myles tried to save his own Company but, before
he left, and knowing it was a futile effort to escape, he (Uncle Myles)
put a round into Custer's head for getting all of Uncle Myles's troopers
killed.
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- Suddenly the soldier said that he had to get going and we thanked him
and he turned and went back over the ridge, still carrying the can of Pepsi,
and out of sight and we went to the car. I/We thought this was pretty interesting
and didn't give it to much thought. But, than I started to wonder how he
could have known all this because everyone that went with Custer was dead
and the story couldn't be told unless that soldier was there himself!
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- We'll never forget the soldier...
- · Honestly, the air seemed/was charged with electricity (Heat
- Lightning) when he came into view.
- · His eyes were piercing, like he was looking right through
me.
- · His voice sounded "Hollow, Distant" with a slight
drawl.
- · He was a Sergeant; his uniform was dusty-dirty and well worn.
- · He wore a Kepi.
- · He wasn't clean shaven but, he wasn't bearded. He looked weathered
and raw.
- · He seemed awestruck by my wife and kids: Like he had a wife
& kids
- and missed them very much. (If he was a re-enactor he could have won
- an Oscar with his performance)
- · He never acted or sounded like a Ranger in a Living History
mode; he
- just referred to each area as "Over there" not by its common
- Battlefield name. And, he didn't point with his finger but, just like
- a Native American, he pointed with his nose (Throwing his head back
- and using his nose as a pointer).
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- That area around Reno-Benteen and the path to Uncle Myles' marker stone
was the most electric/spirit filled places I've ever been. I could almost
hear the war cries of the Sioux warriors. Not spooky but, this'll sound
stupid or crazy, almost like the old Twilight Zone episode about the National
Guardsmen who go back to the time of the Battle of the Little Big Horn.
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- I, myself am a very believable Civil War re-enactor but that Soldier
never strayed out of character, I've never see anything as authentic as
he was. That's something me, the wife and the kids still talk about. And,
everything I've said is very true.
Submitted by Dan
- MOMENTARY POSSESSION
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- My name is Julie Bumgarner I am a songwriter from Texas, living with
my husband in Georgia.
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- It was 2 years ago, the first weekend of October that a friend of mine
was having a songwriters festival at Loretta Lynns Ranch, in Hurricane
Mills Tenn, 70 miles out of Nashville..Loretta Lynn has been one of my
favorite country singers, and I have been out at her ranch at least 50
times, This time I was going with my husband and my stepchildren.. We got
to the ranch around 7 pm- we settled in to the cabin we had rented there
at the ranch, The songwriters festival was being down the hill from our
cabin about 2 blocks away.
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- We decided first to go eat dinner, We left the ranch and headed out
to a resturant that was about 6 miles away . Inside the resturant they
had civil war things hanging on the wall... It was really neat. and interesting...
We got through with dinner and headed back to the ranch ... while in the
car I noticed that my husband was looking like he was sick or something
he didn't look right- he also kept rubbing the right side of his head,
and his eyes were kind of welling up like if he wanted to cry, I asked
him if he was alright he didn't answer me, his son asked him if he was
ok and he just nodded his head yes..I thought he was having a heart attack
or something, I prayed that we would make it back to the ranch safe, and
we did ...Thank God.
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- We were all getting ready to go down the hill to the festival, my husband
was already ready so he got a beer and a cigar and went outside to the
front porch. I stayed inside and got dressed, when I was finished I went
outside to tell him him I was ready- I couldn't find him, I called his
name at least 5 times, I went behind the cabin, and nothing.... All I saw
was darkness in the woods, and I knew he wouldn't have gone there. I was
getting mad I thought he left to the fest- without me, I went back inside
and got me a glass of wine. Ten min later he comes walking in acting very
strange.. He still kept rubbing his head and this time his eyes looked
like he had been crying, I asked what is wrong with you?!! he sat down
on the sofa and told me that while he was outside smoking his cigar, he
heard someone calling his name, it sounded like it was coming fro the woods
behind the cabin, he ended up in he middle of the woods, he said he heard
me calling him but he could not move, he said he saw fire, smelled smoke
and people screaming 'You Damn Yankees!', He said he heard gun fire - lots
of gun fire...I told him to take me where he had been.... We went outside,
walking back towards the woods, then he suddenly stopped and said "I
can't I can't go back there!!" I said ok ok we won't.
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- I carry my camera everywhere I go. I started taking pictures of him as he was walking towards me back
to the cabin..We left to the festival, and the next day we headed back
home... When we got back home- I uploaded the pictures. This is what I
caught on my camera...... Now I know why, he was rubbing his head, my husband
had turned into a civil war soldier with a ghost horse head and a ghost
dog , Believe me there wasn't any dogs there!!!! nor horses! This is a
very true story,
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- My husband has the I guess you would call it 'The Gift" to feel
and smell and get I guess spirit possesion?? It is scary and I still get
chills when I think about that night...
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- Submitted by Julie Bumgarner
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DEMONS IN LONG ISLAND
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- The story you are about to read is true, I have the documentation to
provide evidence of my claims. Not only were several parties including
priests involved, the Arch Diocese of Long Island had to get involved as
well.
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- As a child I was brought up in a roman catholic environment but not
strict to its beliefs. How could I be, when we each interpreted what we
heard in saw differently. I was brought to see visionaries, met with healers
and was interested in what was co-existing around me that I could not see.
Voices shouting in a room full of friends, capturing doorways in the sky
on camera, witness the sun spinning on and off became normal occurrences
if you stayed for a while at our Long Island house. But somewhere inside,
I knew we were interacting with worlds we cannot measure or fully know,
and there must be cautions taken.
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- The start of a several month..haunt if you want to call it that began
in 1998. When I was in my teens my younger sister had a party for her birthday;
a sleepover. As everyone began to settle for bed her friends wanted to
ticker her face while she was falling asleep in hopes she would smack herself.
I had a better idea, I said lets suggest things to her and make her experience
things in her dreams. I began telling her where she was, who she saw and
what was around her. My sister began responding to my exercise and we were
all astonished it was working. I remember telling her a unicorn was coming
to her, and asked if she could see it. She said "Yes I do, I see it".
Suddenly her face began to stiffen, her brows dropped and her expression
became pale and disturbed. She started panting, and breathing heavily saying
someone was here, a person with red eyes she said. She began panicking
saying he's trying to hurt her. She began crying and yelling that he is
coming for her. We all started to shake my sister to wake her up but she
was not pulling out of it. I began to hit her harder and smack her face.
She jumped up gasping for air, scared to death. This was just the beginning.
We opened a doorway that would take time to close.
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- Some time passed and in November 1998 I came home from a late night
with my band and friends. My particular lifestyle at that time was straight
edge so I did not drink or smoke or take drugs. I turned the T.V. on and
was in the mood to laugh. I grabbed some leftover pasta my mom made and
sat in my brightly lit living room enjoying my snack. Out of the left corner
of the living room I begin to hear a sound that grabs my attention for
a moment. I look to my left as it sounded like a small animal scratching
at the wall or floor. I continued to eat and watch T.V. ignoring the sound.
A moment later I hear the sound again, the scratching now growing louder
and louder. Before I can turn to look I hear my name called out of the
air to my left. The voice only came through the sound of scratching, like
finger nails on a screen. I was frozen, I could not move or even look to
investigate. Suddenly the voice calls me again, this time louder and closer.
I jump up, run into my mothers room and call a priest I know who dabbled
with supernatural phenomenon and magic. The next day my sister not knowing
what took place that night before tells my mother that she had a dream
of a demon like creature with red eyes, two horns in both the front and
back of its head in the corner of the living room just waiting. The priest
I knew came by to investigate and question me. Reassuring him that I was
not drugged up, he saw in my fear and confusion that I was being honest.
Coming to hear my sisters dream, the priest understood at this moment that
something was going on.
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- The dreams continued for myself and my sister. This creature would
threaten my sister, saying soon it would kill her. April 16th 1999 my sister
was asleep in the day and was awoken my a high pitched scream. She began
having reoccurring dreams of a little girl with blonder hair, from the
early 1900's asking myself for help. I would have dreams of fighting or
running from what looked like demons as they would try to spread fire and
chaos.
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- Night after night, haunting calls for help and reoccurring dreams began
to disturb my sisters sleep. She began sleeping in the day because she
could not find peace at night. Voices of screams and children crying would
come through the sound of the fan. My sister turns around in her bed to
try and block it out and suddenly hears something in her room. She peaks
over and sees a tall shadow standing at the end of her bed. She said her
heart was beating heavy, and she was frozen scared. Suddenly the figure
sat down on the bed, as she felt the weight of this ghostly being press
down on her bed suddenly she felt the brush of a hand across her sheets.
My sister began to scream for my mother. My mother ran in and was in shock
to learn of my sisters experiences.
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- The next few nights we would all hear voices calling out from the hallways,
my sister mother and myself would be awoken by voices saying hello or calling
our names. April 17th 1999 my sister was watching a comedy " I love
you to death" and suddenly the lights start blinking and the T.V.
turns off. Suddenly a little girls voice calls out my sisters name. She
runs into my mothers room but it almost seems as if we were prisoners in
someone elses nightmare.
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- April 23rd 1999, I had a dream of a red eyed being behind my sister,
stalking her. As my sister was trying to sleep she felt someone breathe
on her neck. Deeply disturbed and tired of these occurrences my sister
stands up on her bed and begins to shout " WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!"
Answering her the name taunts her by calling her name twice.
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- April 29th 1999 at 10:30pm my sister had fallen asleep at a normal
time. My mother was watching her sleep, wondering why these events were
happening to us and how she could protect her. Suddenly my sister pulls
out of a deep sleep and stands straight up, strangely looking around the
room as if her eyes were following something. When she awoke she told us
of a deep voice that it would come for her tonight.
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- The next morning I awoke at 6am and went into the kitchen. My mother
was up slightly early, and I was up much earlier than usual. My mother
asks me "What are you doing up?" I reply " I'm not sure."
Suddenly we hear my sister screaming from her room. We look at each other
in horror and run to my sisters room. She is yelling at a shadow in the
room as it is disappearing. At this point I've had enough. I threaten this
thing to come to me, to leave my family alone and to come to me.
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- We had to do something, the situation was only getting worse. We went
to the arch diocese of Long Island at Rockville Center. We met with a Father
Bob who directed us to a charismatic priest/psychiatrist. We were deeply
investigated and checked for story consistency and accuracy. We eventually
were told that a large amount of resides on Long Island were experiencing
similar events and it was beginning to disturb the charismatic priests.
The arch diocese determined that our experience was genuine and that we
needed to bless, cleanse and purify our living space.
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- Soon after my sister was given a final threat in her dreams that if
she slept the next night she would be killed in her sleep. When she began
to fall asleep someones voice would yell at her to wake up. You need to
wake up now, the voice would tell her. I began to hear and experience the
voice telling me to wake up, but I was no longer going to accept this.
In my dream I knew I was sleeping and what I was looking for. The creature
began changing shape from person to person in my dream. We were having
a party, and the being shape shifted into family members and friends, trying
to trick me. In my dream I grabbed a Japanese sword I used for training
and began stalking the creature. I walked into my bathroom and I could
feel its fear, its attempt to get away from me. Then the creature opened
the bathroom window to try and escape, exposing its back I buried the sword
in its spine. I watched as it threw itself out the window and changed from
person to person until it simply disappeared. That same night my sister
told me the creature simply went away in her dream.
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- Many years later I became acquainted with a very gifted individual.
He explained to me that we use energy to generate music, light, and so
forth. He went on to say that spirits or the energetic continuum of human
beings need electricity and energy in the air to generate a voice, they
are not three dimensional and do not have the physical capacity to generate
sound. But more importantly our thoughts that shape our very world are
the most concentrated forms of energy. When we do not keep them clean like
a bathroom, things will fester and the natural order will produce lifeforms
that dwell and use the energy of decay and darkness to thrive. There truly
was chaos in our home but it was the emotional debris and unresolved issues
I believe which provided a vehicle for someone to use. No different than
a trouble maker taking an unlocked car out for a joy ride. When we set
our concentration and focus in one place with one intention we can practice
what I call energetic hygiene. This is why meditation is important. Everything
I have told you is true. My name is Alvaro, it means Guardian. Nothing
has the power to possess you except that which you give authority. Whether
man or spirit, ghost or green alien you are your authority. Assert yourself
, live in this physical place and keep your mind and living space in balance
with each other.
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- Submitted by AJ
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- THE SEA CAPTAIN
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- About 30 years ago, right about Hallowe'en time no less, I got a call
from a good friend of mine who was going through a divorce. She had found
this neat old 19th century mansion to live in with her two sons, but the
house had some problems.
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- It was a huge place, with a large garden full of the remains of extremely
exotic plants. Some of these plants seemed as though they could be brought
back if they had some care, so my friend would work at reviving them while
her boys were at school. One afternoon as she was gardening, though she
was quite alone at the house (she thought!)- my friend felt someone "watching"
her. She looked over her shoulder to find an old man in some sort of uniform
observing her as she worked; he was smiling at her! The trouble was- she
could see right through him. Then, he disappeared!
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- My friend was un-nerved, to say the least. In fact, she was downright
scared. Being of Japanese ancestry, she had some background in the knowledge
of "kwaidan"- the Japanese term for ghosts. My friend went to
the public library in Tiburon (the Marin County, California town in which
she lived), to look up the house's title & hopefully learn of its history.
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- She was shocked to discover that the house had been built by a retired
sea captain, whose ship had traveled all over the Pacific to trade. He
had passed away in the house less than two years after he had moved in
when the house was finished. The title was inherited by his daughter, who
lived there until she, too, passed away in the 1920's. The house was boarded
up & had been empty ever since. When my friend called me, she told
me none of this- only to please come over & keep her company. I'm psychic,
& she knew this.
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- I arrived at this house that very evening after dinner, about 9PM.
My friend poured us some wine as we began to talk. She seemed very worried
& more than a bit scared; I asked her about it. "You'll find out
soon", she told me. "Just wait". Her sons were upstairs
in bed, fast asleep.
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- It wasn't long before a lot of strange noises began to occur- starting
with heavy footsteps going along the upstairs hall. "Is someone else
here?" I asked. "No," my friend said. "Are you sure?"
I asked. "It sounds like someone is walking around upstairs."
"There's no one up there, the kids are in bed," she told me.
"It's almost Hallowe'en," I said- "I'll bet your sons are
teasing us." The boys were a mischievous pair of kids. "They're
asleep," she said. "Go upstairs & check on them if you like."
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- I crept upstairs quietly, hoping to catch the boys in the act. I checked
both of them in their rooms- they were out like lights. I thought it was
weird. I went downstairs & said, "I could have sworn they were
teasing us." At this point, odd intermittent noises began in the house;
pops & creakings. I began to "sense" that there was a lot
more going on than it seemed- but I always like to eliminate the earthly
possibilities first. "Old houses sure make noise when they settle
at night, don't they?" I asked. "That's not what it is,"
my friend told me. "Keep listening; that's why I'm so glad you're
here. I know it's not my imagination!"
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- I wasn't quite sure yet what I might be getting into. "I'm beginning
to think you have some sort of a ghost," I said. "Don't say that!"
my friend cried in a frightened voice. "He doesn't like it!"
At this point the popping & creaking noises began in earnest, with
loud knocks & raps as well. Whatever it was, it was offended. "Oh,
I'm sorry!" I apologized. "I didn't realize that you were here!"
The noises stopped. At this time I asked point-blank what on earth was
going on, & my friend told me about the ghost in the garden. "He
seemed to like it that I was fixing it up," she said. She was terrified
that I would laugh at her, & I told her that I believed her. Then she
told me about the history of the house that she'd found at the town library.
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- "You're a little bit like that lady in the old movie, "The
Ghost & Mrs. Muir"," I said. "It seems that the old
captain passed away before he'd had a nice long retirement, & as far
as he's concerned, this is still his house!" More raps & popping
occurred, as though the ghost was in agreement (which, I was catching on
fast, he was). "I didn't mean to be rude earlier," I called out
to him. "I thought the boys were playing pranks." I began to
"tune in" to the old sea captain's presence, & realized that
he liked my friend & her sons very much, & was glad that they lived
there & were fixing up the house. I told my friend this, & she
was very relieved. "There's nothing to worry about," I said.
"It's going to be odd hearing & seeing him from time to time,
but it's OK- he wants you all to stay. Almost no one ever does. He's looking
after all of you, in his way." After I said that, no more noises occurred
that night; the captain had retired for the evening.
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- My friend felt a lot better after that. She stayed there for a few
years, until her divorce was final, then she bought another house. She
never spoke about the ghost again; I was the only one she ever told, &
I was the only one who had experienced the ghost besides her. I've always
thought that the old gent just wanted to let my friend know that he was
there.
Submitted by Deianera
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- THE ABANDONED
HOUSE DOWN THE ROAD
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- After a long separation and my finalized divorce I was ready to move
on. Selling the large 2 story in town, I acquired a cute little lake house
with a beautiful view. Actually, the picturesque lot was worth more than
the house, but it did have a balcony that faced the shoreline. That was
its redeeming quality. From an elevated perspective my guests and I could
enjoy the serene view of the water.
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- My house sat in a small cul de sac with two other small homes, all
separated by spacious lots. It was a good twenty minute drive to the nearest
highway, and that suited me just fine. I wanted to change my lifestyle
and simplify anyway. It seemed that the countryside and rural living would
be the key to my new life.
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- My son and his girl friend had hit hard times, and he suffered from
bouts with Crohn's disease. I invited them to move in and get back on their
feet financially while my youngest son was headed for college on a football
scholarship so everything was shaping up. The immediate future looked bright
enough.
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- Things got a little strange all of the sudden. A house just a short
distance down the road from us was the source of the abnormality. I had
heard that up until recently a reclusive old lawyer had lived there and
died. No one apparently knew his family or even who the house was legally
deeded to. One afternoon an Asian realtor lady walked over to my porch
asking me if I knew anything about the property saying she couldn't find
anything out about it, but I told her I couldn't be of any help to her.
Well, I thought it wasn't unusual for a lawyer to create a paper trail
that led to nowhere and maybe that was what this reclusive old attorney
had intended.
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- It wasn't long before things began happening in the old abandoned house.
I heard a rumor that some neighborhood kids might have been holding Satanic
rituals in the house. Sometimes at night it appeared that a light was on
the house though the electricity was cut off. On one occasion my son and
I though we had seen people pulling belongings from the house, but didn't
know if they were relatives or not. The sheriff's department was a phone
call away, but it took them a long time to respond.
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- Then it began. After a really hot summer, fall had given way to a blustery
November. Cold winds were kicking off the lake and chilling the whole rural
subdivision like a frozen popsicle. We were standing on the porch, a noise
had brought us out for a look. It was a foreboding type of sound like something
you would hear in a horror movie, a kind of forlorn yet menacing sound.
It was coming from the abandoned house down the road from us. From my front
door I could look left and see the property. At first I thought it had
to be an old attic turbine vent that was being driven by the cold wind.
However, I was in no mood to brave the cold night and go searching for
the source of that weird noise.
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- My son told me the next day that he'd checked the house for exposed
attic vents and couldn't find one. He'd worked construction and knew what
to look for. That night as the darkness and cold crept through our little
rural community, it started again. It was eerie to say the least, sounding
somewhere between a demonic howling to the drone of air rushing down a
tunnel that echoed. I'd really never heard anything quite like it. My boy
and his girl friend took it as an ominous sign that there was some presence
in the house.
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- One night when it was not so cold, we walked over to the yard of the
abandoned place, taking care not to trespass, and shined our flashlights
on the slowly decaying structure. It had been a house built in the seventies,
probably designed by an architect who liked using angular geometry that
had been popular in that period. Our flashlight beams merely shined back
at us from the smeared glass of the patio sliding door that was partially
covered from within by drapes. I couldn't see anything in there. Then it
started again. This time the noise seemed to resonate from above and all
around us. It was bizarre! I didn't know whether to be curious or scared,
but my son did, and urged me to get back to our place. We left quickly,
gazing back over our shoulders at times as the eerie sound continued to
wail in the night.
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- A couple of men living together shared a house next to mine that was
right across the dusty road from the old lawyer's place who'd died, but
I'd never asked them if they'd seen anything unusual. As I understood,
the older man was sick so I did not want to disturb them. A working couple
lived across the cul de sac from us, and we visited them occasionally,
but for some reason, I never got around to asking them about the weird
noises coming from the old place. I guess it's not something one just wants
to bring up as it sounds a little strange and makes you appear to be paranoid
or something.
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- It didn't happen every night, which made me wonder even more. I did
not check to see if the bizarre noises occurred during any particular cycle,
but I know what I heard and so did my son and his girl friend. Sometimes
the disconcerting tone of the odd noise would come drifting in from outside
waking me up in the wee hours. Then I would just sit and think about what
it could possibly be. During the days there was my business and doing some
remodeling on the lake house that kept us all busy before nightfall came
again.
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- Several months passed and I met a woman with whom I fell in love with.
We were spending a lot of time together so my son and his girl had run
of the house quite a bit. Once my woman and I had moved in together a short
distance from my lake house, the news came from my boy. One Sunday morning
he said that he smelled something burning and went outside to take a look.
Our volunteer fire department was nearby, but their response time left
a lot to be desired.
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- He was astonished when he saw flames erupting from the abandoned house.
Black smoke quickly rose to the sky. By the time he had called the fire
department he told me that the place was pretty much ablaze and couldn't
be saved. My son had thought that maybe some kids had been messing around
and had lighted a fire either intentionally or unintentionally, but he
hadn't seen a soul that morning, and strangely it seemed no one else had
come out to look. I don't think I've ever seen a burning house that didn't
attract a crowd, but no one but the faithful volunteers had shown up. By
that time the place was pretty much gutted, as I understand.
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- So ends the mystery of the abandoned house that emitted those haunting
sounds that perplexed us on many an evening. I wish I had looked deeper
into the puzzling tale, but life and work just gets in the way. We never
solved that puzzle, but I'll never forget that eerie noise. Was the place
haunted? Who knows?
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- I will say that two disturbing things happened in our cul de sac as
time went by. The old man who'd been sick died shortly after. The working
couple that lived on our other side also suffered a tragedy. One really
hot afternoon, the woman came home from work to find her husband had died
of an acute heart attack. My father, who had moved into the house after
my son had moved, and I attended the funeral. Could these two fatalities
have had anything to do with that old abandoned house? Hopefully not.
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- I hereby certify that this story is based on true events.
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- Submitted by Doc Vega
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- THE HAUNTED ROAD
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- In January 1977, two well-known musicians from Cairns, Australia (Bluey
Morgan & Gary Ward), were driving an old 1960 British made Commer van,
carrying Gary with his double bass home to the Gold Coast, and Bluey with
his drum-kit to Melbourne, as both of them were looking for work due to
the lack of it in the tropical city of Cairns.
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- I had been driving all day, so we pulled in to get an evening meal
at a hotel in Rockhampton (about half-way between Cairns and Brisbane),
as the rain was beginning to come down pretty heavy. Whilst having dinner,
we were talking to some locals who recognised us from a few past concerts
in Rockhampton, and in various bands over the years. We were also told
that strange things had been happening on the road ahead, and in the local
area, and that we should be careful whilst travelling in this area, so
we also decided not to drink alcohol whilst eating, and to keep our wits
about us (something musicians learn well).
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- We were then introduced to the hotel owner, who told us of many weird
traffic accidents, with some mysterious disappearances, strange lights
and sounds in and around the areas we were about to drive through. These
"stories", were apparently very well known and also recorded
by the local people. Needless to say, we were not prepared to stay overnight
either, thinking that their stories were merely a ploy to get more overnight
customers to stay at the hotel, so we decided to press on in the rain anyway.
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- About forty minutes after leaving the hotel, and whilst the van lights
were on high beam, we noticed a chap standing at the edge of the road,
in the rain. He was clothed in a check shirt, jeans and a straw cowboy
type hat, and was also waving for a lift. We immediately looked at each
other, didn't know what to think, said nothing but began slowing down.
We were also remembering what was told to us by the locals and the owner
of the pub, so we decided to slow down, drive past and check him out, and
then decide what whether to give him a lift or not. We noticed one strange
thing in particular, and that was quite clearly, he was NOT wet! We did
not stop, and to this day, I still feel very odd about the situation.
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- A few miles down the road, I felt bad about this man standing in the
rain, and what he must have thought when we didn't stop, but at the same
time I also remembered that after passing him, we could no longer see him
in the rear view mirror, so we thought he had ducked under a tree maybe,
and never gave it another thought. Settling back to the drive ahead of
us, we began conversing about work maybe at the Gold Coast.
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- Now I want everyone to picture and remember this. There were only five
cars on the road ahead, coming toward us in all of this time period, but
at NO time did any vehicles go past our vehicle, at all, travelling in
the same direction. Forty or so minutes later, we noticed the rain was
now becoming much heavier, so the wiper blades went to top speed, and the
demister was turned on. However, not more than ten minutes into this heavier
rain, there he was again!
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- The same man, with the same hat, the same clothes, the same wave, standing
at the edge of the road, but this time, he had a grin on his face, and
he was very much still as DRY as a bone!
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- Hey man! We're in the middle of nowheresville! Where had this man come
from? He never passed us on the road. He never got out of the clothes he
was wearing, because they were dry! Gary freaked out! I freaked out! I
also had no idea that an old Commer van could actually move so fast....I
think we set a new land speed record for old Commer vans! We never spoke,
never looked at each other for at least twenty five minutes.....we just
watched that bloody road till the next town........every inch of it.
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- When we arrived at the Gold Coast, we said NOTHING to anyone at all.
Who would believe us? For at least a whole year nothing was said by either
Bluey or Gary, to anybody, till I (Bluey) approached the police to basically
find out whether or not this incident should have been reported or not.
Whilst cross-checking the dates with incidents happened, we discovered
there were two mysterious disappearances the same week we travelled, on
the same road! The police were all of a sudden wanting every piece of information
we could give. It seems that the chap we both saw hitch-hiking on the edge
of the road, had been killed in a crash......13 years before we actually
saw him!
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- About ten years later, the conversation arose once again, because two
people were found dead in their car, on the same stretch of road, in the
pouring rain, with no signs of an accident anywhere!
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- Even as I write this, I still get goose-bumps, thinking of what events
may have taken place, if we had stopped!
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- Recently I watched an Australian movie called "Wolf Creek",
and the goose-bumps began again!
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- Most people I know, will only travel that stretch of road in daylight........me
included!
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- Submitted by Bluey Morgan
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- THE IRISH ABBEY
HAUNTING
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- This story concerns a very disturbing experience I had in Ireland,
November 2006. I have been living in Ireland since 2007, but this encounter
took placeon a visit to my mother-in-laws before we moved here for good.
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- We had come over to celebrate my mother-in-laws birthday and decided
to do a little exploring of Tipperary where my wifes farther had been born.We
whent to the grounds of an old mansion where he had worked when he was
a young man.On the grounds of the mansion was a ruined abbey dateing from
around the 17th century.We were looking around the inside of the ruins
when the incident took place.
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- I have a great interest in the paranormal,and my wife is always telling
people that if anything paranormal happens and it scares me then she knows
its time to leave
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- Well, she knew that day it was time to leave.
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- We had been walking around the inside of the abbey taking photos. Suddenly,I
had this strange feeling that i really needed to turn around.It was almost
as if somebody was telling me not to get caught unaware.I turned around--and
to my total horror and disbelief--a huge black mass was rushing at me.
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- Before i could react,it was right in my face.I felt a force push me
backward and i heard the words "get out". I yelled in supprise.My
wife told me afterwards that she turned around,saw the look on my face,
but did not see the black mass that had rushed at me.She never the less
knew that there was something very wrong.
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- I had frozen on the spot, but to her credit she grabbed my arm and
dragged me out of the ruins.When we were back outside,I regained my courage
and wanted to go back in and confront whatever had given me such a scare,
but my wife would not hear of it and so we left.
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- To this day I do not know what I came up against. All I know is it
happened and it is the first time in my life that I have been scared by
something paranormal. Normally, I do not find paranormal activity scary
if it happens around me, I find it very interesting, but this felt very
wrong and shook me up.I will not ever forget that day at the abbey or whatever
haunts it.
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- Submitted by Rudi
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- THE SAMURAI'S
HEAD
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- About 35 years ago I went to live in Kyoto in Japan and was having
trouble finding accommodation. My search had taken me to the to the foot
of Mount Hei, a mountain situated to the North East of the city. In Japan,
the North East is known as the Demon Gate and large number of houses on
the slopes of the mountain are said to be haunted.
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- Eventually, an old woman offered me an old wooden house she owned,
which stood about 20 metres behind us in a small garden. She encouraged
me to inspect the premises but would not go any nearer the house herself.
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- I entered the house, walked along a narrow corridor and looked into
a large room on the left. Someones belongings were in the room and I got
the impression that the occupant had gone out in a hurry, as Japanese people
usually tidy their bedding away in a closet when not in use. This room
was separated by paper doors from a smaller room and behind that, there
was a kitchen. Upstairs there were two more empty rooms.
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- The old woman told me that person who had occupied the large room had
left in a hurry and I could stash his belongings in garbage bags. Besides
there being no deposit and key money for the house, the rent was a pittance
and I wasted no time telling the old woman that I would like to move in
the next day
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- The next morning, after I had paid the rent and was moving into the
house. the old woman asked me if I was afraid of ghosts. I replied that
I didn't believe in them and she walked away muttering to herself.
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- I spent a couple of weeks alone in the house then my friend, a gangster
who had just done time for murder, moved into the small room behind mine
with his girlfriend.. They'd just been thrown out of a ryokan for doing
something terrible and brought with them the ashes of their child, who
had recently died, in an urn.that they placed in the alcove in my room.
They bought meals for the urn and took it everywhere with them. My friend
told me he was going to buy it a car when it was old enough.
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- Then, one night I was awakened by a noise in the garden. I was surprised
to find my friends standing there looking terrified. They asked me to bring
their belongings out of the house for them and emphatically refused to
come back and get them themselves because there was a ghost in the house.
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- I told them not to be silly, but they were adamant, even after I'd
searched the house.. My gangster friend told me, in a trembling voice,
that at about 3 a. m. he had been awoken by knocking on the door. This
at once registered as unusual to me as Japanese aren't into knocking on
doors, especially in the middle of the night. My friend continued that
he'd then heard someone walk along the corridor and into the kitchen. The
fluorescent plastic toggle on the cord of their strip light suddenly moved
violently in all directions and a low, moaning circled the room. It was
then that they fled.
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- I was reticent to stay in the house alone, but I managed to get some
sleep that night after searching every nook and cranny about 5 times over.
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- The next night, again alone in the house, I was woken up about 3 am
by knocking on the door. After finding the door locked and no-one outside,
I went back to bed. Then I heard knocking on the skirting board, which
came three knocks at a time and moved along the corridor in about three
foot intervals.. I looked out into the corridor and could see nothing,
yet I could still hear knocking on the skirting board. Then I heard someone
in the kitchen. I looked there and, again, all over the house but there
was not a soul to be found.
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- These noises kept up every night for about a month. Eventually I got
used to them, decided they were harmless and was able to sleep normally,
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- One night, however, I woke in the middle of the night and was confronted
by a disembodied head floating on the middle of my room It was completely
white, almost skeletal and the hair stuck out in clumps.
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- I sat up and stared at the head for about 30 seconds, then it slowly
floated through the paper doors into the room behind. I sat there thinking
this must be what feeling discombobulated was all about and then peeped
between the paper doors. There was nothing in the room, or anywhere in
the house or the garden. I didn't sleep that night and the next day I started
looking for new accommodation.
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- I asked a number of priests about this phenomenon and they all gave
me the same matter- of-fact explanation followed by an offer to perform
an exorcism for an exorbitant fee.
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- When samurai performed hara kiri, or ritual suicide they did so with
someone standing over them with a sword. I haven't tried this but, apparently
its impossible to slice yourself open with a knife and spill you guts all
over the shop as its excruciatingly painful. It seems that the most stoic
samurai could only manage a little nick, then he would bend forward and
the bloke behind him would whack him on the back of his neck with his katana.
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- Now, this is the tricky bit; he hadn't to lob his head right off, but
had to leave it still connected to his body by the throat. If he messed
up and severed the head completely, it would come back looking for the
body with no concern about waking some poor bastard in the middle of the
night and scaring the shit out of him.
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- Submitted by Fred
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- THE GHOST IN HOBBNAIL
BOOTS
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- The house stood in the school yard in the little town of M. on the
Massachusetts shore. I had considered renting the place when I arrived
in town, but had decided at the time that the voices of the children in
the playground would cut into my morning sleep.
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- Now, a few years later, I stood at the door of the same tiny dwelling,
at 8 PM on a Monday night, knocking. The lights were on, but no-one answered.
The door was unlocked, and I cautiously stepped in. I called out above
the heavy noise of the hi-fi which was filling the house with loud music.
*'Anyone home?'* The house was small enough for my voice to reach everywhere,
with just two rooms downstairs and two above, but no-one answered my query.
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- I turned down the music and went into the kitchen and switched on the
small black and white TV perched on the kitchen table. Andy wouldn't mind
my barging in like this to watch *Mork and Mindy*. That's why his door
was generally left unlocked. Then why did I feel so guilty as I sat down
at the kitchen table to watch the show? Andy was a pal, but I was having
trouble ignoring a voice in my mind that was saying, *'You don't belong
here. Get out of here.*'
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- I pushed that thought out of my mind, trying to concentrate on the
dialogue of the show on the little screen, but then discovered that I couldn't
follow what the TV was saying. I could hear the voices of the actors well
enough, but I couldn't understand a single word of it. It was as if the
actors were speaking Lithuanian or Swahili.The feeling of guilt at being
in the kitchen of that little house was so strong that it had a kind of
jamming effect.
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- Only my stubborn nature kept me sitting there for several minutes in
front of the little screen, concentrating with all my force yet unable
to get a word of the dialogue. The voice shouting '*Get out of here*' was
really strong and getting stronger, triggering strong waves of guilt which
drowned out every other thought.
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- For a moment I gave up on the show on the TV and at that instant I
noticed for the first time that the dogs were acting strange. The two animals
that belonged to the house would normally be in the kitchen with the visitor,
wagging their tails joyously and getting their ears scratched. Now they
were huddled at the furthest end of the front porch, as far as they could
possible get from me, staring at me with obvious nervousness. I called
to them but they paid no attention... looking back at me as if very worried
about something.
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- Again the stubborn part of me turned my attention to the story unrolling
on the TV screen, and again I was unable to grasp the meaning of even a
single line of the dialogue. The feelings of guilt at being in Andy's kitchen
was drowning out all rational thought. I could think of nothing else except
my own intrusion into this space, and felt terribly guilty for being was
I was at the moment.
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- I was still at it, seven or eight minutes into the show, trying in
vain to understand the sound track and getting none of it, when
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- BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM... heavy boots came slamming down hard on the ceiling
just above my head and crossed the room. The ceiling was so low in that
little dwelling that those boots crashed into the wood just a foot or so
above my head.
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- 'Ah,' someone *is* home,' I muttered to himself, and now had no trouble
deciding to give up on watching the show. I switched off the TV, and headed
for the door.
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- When I once again found myself out in front of the house, I turned
and looked to see which upstairs room had the lights on. When I saw total
darkness in the top part of the house, I felt the little hairs on the back
of my neck rise and a wave of icy cold reach down my back.
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- My relief at being outside the house was followed by a feeling of needing
a drink badly, and I trotted along the darkened path over the little hill
to the nearest tavern. I was not a drinker, and this sudden desire for
strong spirits was totally out of character, yet it was overwhelming. On
the way my mind was spinning. Who walks in the dark in hobnail boots? Who
stomps on a ceiling like that? Who or what can scramble your brains so
badly that you can't understand a single word on the sound track of a TV
show?
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- Within three minutes I stood at the deserted bar in *Mattie's* with
a big shaker full of strong spirits at my lips. I then noticed three people
sitting in a booth at the back who turned out, on closer inspection, to
be all the inhabitants of the little house on the school grounds.
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- 'Hey, I was just up at your place,' I blurted out. 'And you'll never
guess...'
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- 'We know,' said Andy.
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- 'I was in the kitchen and...'
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- 'We know,' said Andy's girlfriend. 'We don't want to talk about it.'
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- 'Why do you suppose we're sitting *here?*' the other girl added.
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- The two girls had moved out of the little house the next day, but Andy
stayed on. An angry spirit in the house didn't bother him that much. He
explained that in M. you were liable to find a spirit in almost any house
you rented, it was that kind of town. Always the practical sort, Andy figured
he was better with the ghost he knew than one he didn't.
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