I woke up in the morning to sounds coming from the living room. I got out of bed, put on my dressing gown, and carefully went to see what was going on. The TV turned on by itself. They were showing Casablanca, one of my mom’s favorite movies, so I stayed up all night to watch it anyway. Oddly enough, the device also turned itself off when it was finished. Or my mother’s ghost had shut it down, I told myself, unable to find any other explanation. She didn’t appear to me after my mother died. Still, he would come to me often when he was alive because he had the keys to my house and he would come unannounced. Sometimes I would walk out of my room and bump into him in the middle of the hallway like he was a spirit. After his death, I often remembered those meetings and walked through the house in fear, now in the form of a lost soul, as if it might appear at any moment. I don’t believe in the hereafter (almost I don’t), but my imagination is very active. Unbelievable situations come to mind all the time.
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