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“I used to live in a medium sized trailer with my parents and siblings on County Street in Worcester. I don’t remember who told us this, but apparently an older man had died there at some point prior to us moving in, and his spirit lingered. He was pretty harmless. Things went missing sometimes or were moved from one place to another. When I played music in my bedroom, some songs just wouldn’t play, and the CD’s would skip to a different track. One night while everyone was sleeping, my brother was up and about, and he heard a voice say, “you better be good- I’m watching you.”

But here's the thing that has always stuck with me: when I was 16, my parents and I were cleaning out the shed in the back yard. We brought boxes inside the trailer to go through and sort out things we hadn’t used in a while. My dad pulled out an ancient, cordless phone that hadn’t been plugged in in ages. After he set in on the couch, it started to ring. And ring. And ring. We just stood there and stared at it. Of course, when we went to answer it- it was completely dead. I still wonder what that man’s spirit might have been trying to tell us.”