Saturday, March 24, 2018
I have never seen a ghost myself, which is deeply disappointing.
My grandmother saw ghosts. Her late father visited her the day her mother died. Her older sister, H., died of cancer while still in her 50s. H. was seen regularly by the woman who bought her house. When H.’s husband died, years later, they were seen together at the house, then they were never seen again.
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I love this story.
ReplyDeleteI love a good ghost story.
ReplyDeleteI love the ending.
ReplyDeleteWonderful. I have goosebumps (the good kind).
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