Recalling My Hauntings
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This is not a story as much as it is my reality. People have asked about my paranormal experiences and my story is too long to realistically place in a comment section.
You don't have to believe me, but I do know what I've been through, and I'm going to explain those experiences here, maybe someone has an idea that can help.
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