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Three things happened to my family, all in one house, and nothing ever happened after we moved. Still can’t explain them. The weirdest was my parents finding me at four years old in the middle of the night standing in front of the closet in my bedroom yelling at someone. I still remember it clear as day: little old white lady with tight gray curls, glasses, and a pink sweater. I described her to my parents, and it turns out I was describing to a T their old lady neighbor from across the street. Thing is, she died when I was like two weeks old. My parents still won’t talk about it.
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