Casually over dinner, like he was talking about an item on a shopping list, my Dad said: “Eh. You know? I think that house we lived in was haunted.”
The family paused just for a few seconds.
And just as casually, we said, “Yeah, we know.”
And one by one, we shared our ghostly encounters in that house numbered 14.
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