Whispers in the Walls: My Ghostly Encounters

Whispers in the Walls: My Ghostly Encounters

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Lucky me, I see ghosts. Not the scary, chain-rattling kind, but shimmering echoes of lives lived. They drift through my old house, a gentle breeze of forgotten stories. A woman in a floral dress hums by the fireplace, a young boy's laughter echoes in the hallway. Some nights, a misty gentleman reads by the window.

It started subtly, a flicker in the periphery. Now, they’re as clear as memories. They don’t speak, but I feel their presence, a silent understanding. Some might call me crazy, but I feel privileged. Lucky me, I see ghosts, and they remind me that life, in all its forms, lingers on.

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