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There is a Family of Ghosts in my House.
I think I had slept too much. There was crying coming from the room when I woke up. This shocked me because I live alone. I went to see what was making the noise and found a baby crying in the living room. I screamed and jumped back. Little one didn't seem to notice me.
Saying, "I'm coming honey" There was a voice coming from the kitchen.
The baby's mother ran over with a bottle of milk.
I screamed again, but they didn't do anything.
The way they looked made me think they were not the same as me.
Once I felt a little better. I tried to understand what was really going on.
That means they were ghosts? But not scary, terrifying, soul-killing ghosts. They looked like a normal family, and all the boxes around the house made it look like they had just moved in. What the fuck was this? Real estate for ghosts?
How was I going to live my life when my house was full of ghosts?
For a while, it stayed this way. And to my surprise, I felt close to this family. I might have been alone because I had always lived alone. I learned what they did and what their names were. They couldn't hear me, and there weren't many ways for me to talk to them.
