Ghosts have scared me since forever, and it's something I can't control.

I'm very careful not to pass near supposedly haunted places when I go on a trip.

I investigate any type of paranormal activity when I rent a new house or have a new job

in an area that I'm not familiar with, and I would not go to a cemetery at night for

all the money in the world.

I mean, cemeteries in themselves are a place that I'd never go, but going there at night

is something I would not do, even by accident.

Not to diss people who do it, but they are way too unconscious for their own good.

My friends laugh at me every time I tell them this, and I understand why.

At the end of the day, I'm a grown man who's afraid of ghosts, characters that we use

to make children go to sleep early.

How can you not laugh at that?

The problem is, my past, that I know things that my friends don't.

The most horrible moments of my life happen thanks to the ghosts, and I don't want to pretend

that I'm not afraid of them when I know what they are capable of if we mess with them.

Clearly, my friends don't know what I'm about to tell you, but I have no major problem

telling you to a bunch of strangers on the internet.

Why?

I guess I have to get it off my chest, and a group of people that I will never see in

real life unless likely to judge me than real friends whose faces I must see when I tell

them about the biggest trauma of my life.

Some might say that it's a cowardly outlet for venting, and perhaps they are right.

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