I saw him yesterday. I think it was him.
No, he wasn't a ghost. But I saw him.
I can feel him everyday. Everywhere in this Manor.
I think he knows I know.
I feel him touching me sometimes. He touches me when I can not get over the sorrow.
He touches my hair, or put his hand on my shoulder.
I call him every time. Every time I feel him touching me.
I call his name.
I hear him often. I hear him calling my name when I called him.
Not every time, often.
I called him at night. On his bed, alone.
He didn't answer.
I begged, for hundreds times.
He didn't answer.
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I saw him yesterday.
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