This is a true story of my experience as a child.
Many people don’t believe and are skeptics today Ghost and spirits are made up rumors they say People making up stories to manipulate and prey I am a not a skeptic due to my experience one day We lived an old Victorian house on a hill Thinking back to that day still gives me a chill I was a child, not more than five or six years old When I saw a gold colored spirit on the threshold My parents thought I was making it up, dreaming They even accused me of lying and scheming I am sensitive and very intuitive in some ways That is why I was able to see the spirit that day I am not a skeptic but agree some things are a hoax Not everyone really gets to see spirits and ghosts I know some people think it’s crazy, made up and fake But I know what I saw that day, I was totally awake 9/22/18
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