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For as long as I can remember, I’ve seen ghosts. Shadows flicker, whispers call my name, and cold chills fill the air when no one’s around. Some spirits are lost, some are watchers, and others feel eerily present. Fear has faded into curiosity. Why do they linger? What do they want? Maybe I’ll never know—but lucky me, I see ghosts.
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