How to tell a fantastic ghost story

The first ghost story I remember hearing was at a Halloween party.

I was about seven or eight years old, and a wimpy little kid. I was scrawny and suffering with undiagnosed asthma at the time and the party was held in the church hall. My mother took me up to the church, but couldn’t find a parking space, so she dropped me off, leaving me to go in alone.

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I was dressed up as a witch, wearing a long pointy hat and a dress made of thin material that made me shiver as I entered the church yard....