I love the paranormal. I love the spine-tingly, neck-crawly feeling of, 'Ooo, I'm not alone!' I believe our house is mildly haunted by a lecherous old judge who like to spend his midnight hours up here in the servant's quarters and who as a result occasionally had to hide in the attic. I've been scared out of my wits at a campsite and didn't
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