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Aug 2020
I hope my old house in a hundred years or more will still have occupants welcoming it’s door.. and I wonder if these people will not mind at all my ghostly apparition walking through the hall

You see that old corridor is where I spent most nights padding back and forth in my sleepless plights..there I will be in the darkness of the room wandering wearily in my shadowy gloom..Now the thing that I dread and fear the most is not to scare the death out of the living  when I am a ghost!!
Written by
Jill Tait
50
   Cloudydaze
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