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Originally written by Carolyn.
While riding my bike through the many hills and slopes of the Bricktown New Jersey graveyard, apparently I took some ghosts home with me. One day, after a ride around, I was eating some watermelon and stuck in the spoon into it standing straight up. A few minutes later the spoon somehow got out of the watermelon and landed on the floor with a large noise.
Other times while in my apartment (across the street from the graveyard) doors would close while I was sleeping and weird noises came from the bathroom all the time. Whenever I would leave my cat home alone I would come home to her frightened and scared. Nothing too weird ever happened, but I always felt more than one presence around me after riding my bike through the graveyard.
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