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Feeling by Carita

Let me preface this by saying I don't believe in ghosts or anything supernatural.

I have a fun neurological condition which causes visual and auditory hallucinations, so

it's easy for me to explain anything away as my brain is firing.

That said, I'm real spooky and will be the first to hope something is a ghost.

I've been burned before thinking I had a poltergeist moving my belongings, which turned

out to be a stalker, much scarier.

This is more story about a spooky feeling.

In my early 20s, I worked for a travel agency that had some pretty wealthy clientele.

I'm talking people taking holidays with more than my salary.

As our clients were often busy, part of my role was to hand deliver their travel documents

to their offices.

One day, I visited a client that I had not been to before.

They worked in a building called Ballot Chambers.

The building was beautiful.

Immediately on entering though, I felt awful.

Everything inside me wanted to leave, which was totally at odds with what my eyes were telling

me, was a very pretty space.

If I could have walked the halls without touching the floor, I would have.

I started to have images flash into my mind of the scene in the frighteners, where baby

bucy is shooting up the hospital.

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