I always half believed in ghosts. Never wanted to say ghosts existed, but never said they did not. That is, until I lived in a row house in South Philly. We definitely had something. We could hear laughter of a man and a little girl. Our apartment was divided and a hall to the upper 2 floors went through it from the front door (weird) That hall was always cold and the light bulb would always go out. Our dog would look down the hall and freeze with hair standing on end, Sometimes something would tap you on the shoulder. My guitar picks that had gone missing dropped on my head. Go figure. So many things happened, not dangerous, but unnerving. We moved to New Jersey.
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I always half believed in ghosts. Never wanted to say ghosts existed, but never said they did not. That is, until I lived in a row house in South Philly. We definitely had something. We could hear laughter of a man and a little girl. Our apartment was divided and a hall to the upper 2 floors went through it from the front door (weird) That hall was always cold and the light bulb would always go out. Our dog would look down the hall and freeze with hair standing on end, Sometimes something would tap you on the shoulder. My guitar picks that had gone missing dropped on my head. Go figure. So many things happened, not dangerous, but unnerving. We moved to New Jersey.