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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

I went for a walk down my road with my camera on a nice day. 


The house across the street from my own. Inhabited briefly a few times a year by possible killers. 

The red leaves are my favorite.

No one lives here anymore. The people who own it stopped coming up years ago. It's absolutely haunted. 



My house. Built by my dad and only half haunted, since we live on property containing multiple foundations of old homes from the 1800s and the ghosts like to visit.
A ghost has been messing with my rearview mirror. Two mornings in a row it had been moved drastically. The thirdly morning, after asking my dad if he'd been in my car, it was untouched, but I locked my car that night anyway. The next morning it was turned down again. I did not move it. I thought long and hard about if I had by accident. I did not.

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