There are ghost to my left and to my right.

I look at my hand, oh no, I can see right through me.

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My name is Susan and this is my story.

When I was nine years old my parents and I moved to a run down farmhouse. This house was in the middle of nowhere. We were miles from our nearest neighbor. This made me feel so very alone.

About a month later my Ghost made his first apperance. It was a windy night. I was ...

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