My mom told me this story when I was little. I was about four years old, my mother and I lived in an apartment near a country club in SC. I didn't ever know my biological father. Anyway, so I would go to bed, and less than an hour later I would run across the hallway into my mother's bedroom and sit on her bed. My mom was okay with this, as most of the time she was downstairs watching a show on the TV. Then, one night I came running down the stairs. My mom asked me why I had come downstairs in such a rush and why I wasn't asleep. I told her that there was a man in a funny hat making noises at me. She asked what noises he made and I growled. She was shocked and upset. The explanation behind this is that the country club was on a road near a Union soldier cemetary. The man in my room was a Union soldier ghost. And he growled at me, probably to try to communicate.
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