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After the funeral, I began to notice strange occurrences. Doors creaking open, whispers in the night. I felt his presence, but couldn't see him. One evening, I received a package with no return address. Inside, a note read: "I'm still with you." A chill ran down my spine as I saw his handwriting. I tried to shake off the feeling, but it only intensified. Until, I saw him standing in the mirror, his eyes black as coal, whispering "forever and always".

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