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A friend of mine and her mother had recently moved into a new home when the pair had a ghostly encounter. Since they’d just moved, the mother and writer slept in the same room on the floor. In the middle of the night, they woke up to see the door opening and an old woman creeping by. They hid under the covers and turned away, thinking it was a nightmare.


But then, their mother whispered: “Did you just see someone peer around the door?”

-Walter Wayne
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