A first-person ghost encounter from his early twenties in Bellingham, WA: helping a frightened friend confront a presence in her home, and then running into the same figure again himself, alone, later that night. A piece about the unreliable, contagious nature of fear — and why the stories that resist a tidy explanation are the ones that stay with us.
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