I’ve had my fair share of hauntings. The basement café—where I served tourists iced americanos all summer long. The hotel laundry room—where I pulled heaps of white linen down the never-ending shoot. In each of these hauntings, I look back and see a ghost. A shadow of myself that has evolved into the person I am today. Most notably, though, was my time working as a nanny and parking lot attendant while I shared a room with a poltergeist.
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