I sensed a shadow in the living room when I toured the place, so knew it was possible when I signed the lease. And I had also seen it in meditation. I moved in anyway. Rentals are hard to find, and I feared people would start talking again if I spoke about what I saw. When one lives in a town such as this, a long stay in a mental ward is gossip eternal…
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