Wellthere was the ghost who visited me and my sister on a holiday to minorca in 1978...no idea who it was except it was a figure in red and resembled the kinda pattern you get if you squeeze your eyes too tight...came and checked up on both me and my sister every single night while we were there.....that and my sister had to be excorcised by a priest as she was being taken over by a old lady talking about the blitz ,when we lived in walthamstow during the 70`s...very weird stuff coming from the mouth of a 18 month old....
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