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Ok, I was about 15/16 and I used to be terrified of the dark....I was sleeping, sort of woke up and saw a figure ironing at the ironing board in my room. Woman about 45, really nice, pale, brown hair, she just looked over at me and smiled and kept ironing. It freaked me out so much I cried and put the blankets over my head and screamed for my mom.
My mom came in and the lady was gone. A few years later my mom told me that a lady died of cancer in our house. I betcha it was her.
Noone ever believes me, but I know it happened.
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