When I was five years old, I once slept over my cousin, Alex's, house. I had to sleep on his floor. Back then he was about two years old and an average cry baby. He ran in his mothers room because he was scared of the dark, even though he had a night light on. So there I was all alone, with a night light, when I sat up and saw it. It was a ghost. It was in the form of a child's perspective of a ghost, you know, the ones like in pacman. I did not say a thing, I was so scared, I couldn't even shiver! Then in the morning, it was gone. It had just acured to me a few months ago that that day was exactly two years ago when a great friend of mine died of cancer. How it changed my life:I realized that nowhat people say, there is really such of a thing as ghosts.
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