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This story contains mentions of murder and suicide. Two years ago, I took a road trip with a ghost named Frank. I found him already chopped up in my brand-new backyard, where he told me how his crazy ex-wife did it and left him there to rot. I told myself I was just stressed, and I told him that I’d never drive him all the way to California, but a haunted house is not nearly as cool as it sounds. Frank drove me fucking crazy. He smashed glasses, turned on lights when I was trying to sleep, turned off lights when I was going down stairs, bro...
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Mr. Gerry stood to pour himself another glass of wine, only he left the cork in the bottle when he tipped it into his glass, crafted of a nearly black color like the rest of ours. Ordinarily, it’s not something I would notice, but his obviously sober demeanor unsettled me deeply. I couldn’t see any of the typical sloshing or splattering that occurs when one is pouring his fifth glass of wine in one evening. He walked straight, stood tall, one foot in front of the other, with a forceful grin stretching his cheeks, and his shirt buttoned all t...
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