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When I was living in Afghanistan, our house had three floors, and there was a little distance between our house and the wall surrounding it. To get outside, you had to walk underneath the apple and grape trees growing along the way.whenever I left the house, everything felt completely normal. I wasn’t afraid of anything. But whenever I tried to return home, I would suddenly feel an overwhelming sense of terror. It felt as if someone—or something—was chasing me from behind, running straight toward me. The feeling was so frightening that I could hardly explain it.then, some time later, my grandfather passed away. A few months after his death, strange things began to happen. Sometimes, I would see him coming into our house, or I would see him in the courtyard, as if he were still alive.the strangest part was that I wasn’t the only one experiencing these things. Every member of my family knew about it, and they had seen him too.even now, I can’t fully explain what happened. All I know is that those experiences felt real, and the fear I felt whenever I returned home was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
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