I have a story about a ghost. It is true of my own experience
that day I had an appointment with my friends at a friend's house. While we were walking, then
I saw some are falling, it is 'spirit' that I said with that. "Look at that
, with the fall of shit. A storm when dry "After that, we went to a friend's house
, my. Everything was fine but when I walked into the kitchen to pick up plates Suddenly I saw someone holding a point for me is
he wearing a red loincloth. (Strap golden cross ahead, but I have not written) and his skin black (black is black, but I really do not tan)
I could not see his face. At the top shock I can not control myself, my friend (who took the dish together)
shocked to suddenly see my eyes, I still hold my tears away. (I did not know the friend recounted to know),
it decided to hold off my plate. Then he hugged me when I was unconscious friend's hand and ran it.
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