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Oftentimes when we talk about ghosts and hauntings, we talk about things outside of us.

We talk about seeing things, hearing things. But sometimes we can be haunted in our own minds. Haunted by

memories, haunted by experiences of childhood that just didn't quite seem to add up to be normal.

And even into adulthood, have some of these feelings, some of these memories, wondering,

what was that? How did that happen? Am I okay?

Is there something wrong with me? Is it a combination of something where there's a mental issue

going on and the paranormal? And then how do you identify what is what?

One of the questions.

Our next writer deals with every day trying to put those pieces together, trying to find answers as they try to piece memories back together.

Take a listen. Thank you. I grew up in a town pulled between country and city.

Too many people and too few buildings.

There were bad spots in town where I was never to go because the people there were desperate.

The town was large enough to house their own historical museum.

But small enough,

it was only open for one hour on Tuesdays,

where this story begins to the large corporate chains

had just begun moving in and choking out the family stores.

Forests were being leveled in favor of houses.

My house is not an old one. I was born with this house. I'd have grown with it.

It was new since I knew it. Built on old farmland. It's a tiny piece of suburbia as quickly

overtaking the countryland, one of many signs of growing population

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