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The Old Woman
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This tale happened to me when I was 19. I just left home for the 2nd time in my life and moved to another town (where I still live). Anyway, I got my first job as a computer/clerk and moved into a house with a woman and her four kids. The house was built early last century (20th) with a small porch at the front. next to the house was a disused garage on a block of land. One night I came back from a party, yes I was drunk, as i stumbled to put my key into the thousands of swirling locks, I suddenly had this awful feeling of someone watching me. Sure enough, there was an old woman wearing a white nightdress standing on some pile of dirt. How did this old woman get here, I mummbled and staggered into the house. I forgot about it until a few nights later I came home late from work, sober, and decided to go the back way. As I about to insert the key, I had that feeling again. I turned around and there she was again. Standing there glaring at me. I couldn't really see her face but her gray hair was all tangled as if she just got of bed. Impossible, i thought, the nursing home is ages away from here.
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