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When I was just a little girl, people always told me ghosts weren't real. They said what I'd seen was merely a figment of my imagination. The sounds I heard at night were the TV, and when I would wake up in front of the window with no knowledge of how I'd gotten there, it was dismissed as sleepwalking. I was a fool to believe that.
From that point on, I made a mental note to keep my thoughts to myself. I was on my own.
