I had my first ghostly encounter when I was around 6.
Something at the corner of my eye caught my attention. On my left is a small sofa stool where Dad always dumped his pair of jeans on. And there….. is a little, glowy green figure dancing with Dad’s jeans.
To confirm what I saw, I woke my younger sister up (she was 4 at the time). She sat up groggily telling me that she dreamt of zombies (haha), so I told her “I show you real one” pointing to little green gingerbread man. She opened her eyes so big that I didn’t think she had been sleeping at all. Instead of being afraid, we were actually quite excited because he looked kinda cute.
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