It was the middle of the night when I was awakened by the presence of a young black man. He stood beside my bed fidgeting nervously. Before I could react, in a strong Southern drawl he insisted that I listen to his story. I realized that he was a spirit. On that first night, I largely ignored him and fell back asleep.
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