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Man at the door One day I was folding clothes on my bed, and noticed from my peripheral vision, a large dark shape at my bedroom door. My first thought was it was my husband wanting something. I thought it odd that he didn't say anything, but didn't worry about it. Then it just disappeared. No one had walked away. It just was there and then it was gone in a blink of an eye. I hurried down the hall to the living room and there was my husband in his recliner, stuff on his lap, watching TV. He couldn't have walked down that short hallway, got in his chair, grabbed stuff and had the chair reclined in the few seconds it took me to get there. Hope you enjoyed this short story of a situation that still haunts me - only because I can't explain it. -Mary Adolay
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