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I worked in an old pub, that used to be a court house. I use to dance around, and whenever I did that , I always thought someone was behind me, but there never was.
On my last night of work there, when I was locking up for the last time, I felt like....
it was like someone was yelling at me, without the yelling. You could pass it off on nerves , I guess, but I felt a presence.
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