I have a one story about a ghost story. It's actually my own experience.That day I had the appointment with my friends at home, a friend. While we were walking. I saw some attempt is. It is the ' Court ', I say, ' enough with the "look, that Reuben.Hey is the Court. to be very sure yesterday because of the storm. " After that, we were walking up to the House of friends.All of my normal but now I walk into the kitchen to grab the plate suddenly I saw. Anyone who is a single point in front of me ngakamlang.He is a red loincloth (there is a belt with a gold cross with each other in front of a Yes, but to not be written), and his skin is black (black is really black at all, rather than a non-color).I can't see his face, shock a lot of layers. Unable to control themselves. My friend (who went to grab a plate.)Most panic I still hold, ayu eyes, tears, laiphrak (flow, not realizing it was a friend to know about).It was decided at the plate I just rounded is more endurance, I. I was conscious enough to shake hands and friends rush at all!
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