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It all started when I was living in my old house. I didn't feel safe at all, when it was dark and I had to go upstairs to get changed for bed I'd run up and rust to put my clothes on, coming down I'd run like hell... One night, I was upstairs tidying my room and I felt a breeze on my neck. It felt strange and frightening, the windows weren't open and I had my door closed with a bit of a gap so I didn't have to keep opening it up. However, about 15 minutes after feeling the coldest breeze upon my neck, I needed the toilet and because I was young at the time I had the door wide open. I sat looking at the floor. Then that very moment I had felt that breeze again that same breeze I felt in my bedroom. I looked up and I saw a figure with a Palish face and wearing a white gown that with brides wear at wedding covering their face. This figure didn't have shoes and was hovering upon the landing of the stairs.
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