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Originally Posted by cherrylula
Well I've never really lived too close to the cemetary. Rose Hills over there in Whittier I believe, and I lived in the San Gabriel Valley. Not far by LA standards but not three blocks.
I've lived in a couple different houses now where the previous inhabitants had just died. Nothing at all in terms of ghosts. I wish I had cool stories but not at all. I have heard stories like yours, but never first hand.
I would move into a haunted house in a heartbeat. In fact, might try to find one in New Orleans one day, a house with ghost stories. lol
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It should be easy there. I have to admit, the first time a chick told me the story about what happened, I just wrote it off as being Susan. When the second chick, who never heard of Susan said something, and my son had a story he had been holding in for years I made me realize that maybe the guy just liked the place. I think I know who it is, although we never met.
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Originally Posted by BV
I try not to think about it. "Dead" is a long fucking time. I try to be "alive" as possible each day because I am pretty sure when it's over it's over.
Coping with DEATH is hard for me. My grandma just died about 6 months ago. There is a piece of scratch paper on my work bench in the garage with :"Nana's cell phone" and her number on it.
I used to call her allot. It feels weird now that when I look at that paper. I know that if I call that number she will not answer any more. :-(
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My home town of San Francisco lost a bit of its attraction when my grandmother died. But I knew she was ready because she told me she was not going to die until she finished something.