I dont know if i believe in ghosts or what but the whole time I was growing up i lived in a house that a person had once gotten stabbed in the garage...well we had expanded the house and i learned in my teen years that my bedroom was over the old garage...we anyway i used this to explain why for about 10 years i could not keep my closet door shut, latched or anything no matter what i did to this door it would open, i even bought a little hook to shut it and the next morning it was open. Dont know how to explain it but i always liked it

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