Ghostly sense
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I promise everything in this story, no, that's not the right word... this... log, yeah, that's better. I promise everything written in this log happened, it is some way for me to explain and tell a real tale. Death, happens. No doubt about that, however, some people can sense death, some people can see and talk to dead people, I am one of them. This is not humor or fiction, all the information and stories written in this log happened to me and are not made up in the slightest, minor embellishments here and there mainly due to the age at which some of these happened and real names will be switched out for nicknames, places will remain vague, and ages or months will be as well. Cover is a pic of some place in my state.
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