Midnight has passed, and in the stillness of these hours, the hauntings are never silent.

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After midnight.

The house had always felt full when she was alive, not loud exactly, but full in the way certain people seemed to fill every room

without even trying. She had that kind of presence. Even when she was sitting quietly in her

recliner with a television on low and a crossword puzzle in her lap, there was always the sense that

she was aware of everything happening around her. Conversations in the kitchen,

footsteps down the hallway, the sound of the kids running through the living room, none of it

escaped her attention, especially when it came to the children. Everyone in the family

joked about how protective she was, though no one really minded. She had raised three children

of her own and later helped with several

grandchildren. By the time the great-grandchildren started arriving, she had settled comfortably

into the role of family watchdog. She called often, sometimes more often than anyone expected.

If one of the kids was out late, the phone would ring. "'If someone mentioned traveling somewhere unfamiliar,

"'she would call later that evening

"'just to make sure they had made it home safely.

"'Whenever the grandchildren dropped the kids off to spend an afternoon with her,

"'she always ended the visit the same way,

"'standing at the front door with her arms folded,

"'watching them disappear down the driveway.

Text me when you get home, she would say. Sometimes she would say it twice just to make sure they heard her.

It had become such a routine that nobody really thought much about it anymore. But after she passed away,

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