The Ghost in My Old House is Me

I Went “Real Life” on a Trauma-Induced Reccurring Dream and Lived to Write About the Experience

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I find myself in my childhood home. It must be summer because the sun is beaming into my bedroom, hot and bright. I'm standing in the hallway. I must be 12 years old because my hair is cut into a blunt bob, and I am supposed to be doing chores…