Speaking of ghosts...an interesting ghost story.

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Years ago, I bought my first house that had been vacant for six months. The man who owed it was very ill and his second wife was taking care of him. She died. The man's son, who lived on the other side of the country, came and took his father and his father's clothes, leaving pretty much everything else, furniture, dishes, her knick knacks and clothes, to be sold with the house. I put my den in the room that use to be her bedroom. Occasionally, in the small hours of the morning, when I would be up writing, surfing the web or something, I would glance into the hall. She would be standing there in her robe, just looking at me. It was weird. I would say hi and go back to what I was doing.