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That is a really great ghost story. My sympathies to the family. I love creepy shit like this. I saw a ghost when I was about 11 or 12. I was at a friend's house, his garden was thickly overgrown and there were religious statues littering the garden. In the middle of the night, after playing glassy-glassy ( a poor version of ouija board) I looked out the window and saw The Virgin Mary standing in the dark, glowing very brightly and looking at me peacefully. Wierd, you'd imagine that I'd be a Catholic after that but the truth is I've never credited the mother with any spiritual significance beyond lighting up my friend's childhood garden.
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