So she'd get her pillow and blanket and run out to the living room to sleep on the couch, shutting the door behind her.
Once settled in on the couch, Marjorie would turn on the tv and fall asleep quickly. She was quite tired and worn out from being scared.
This continued for quite a few years. Until one night when she was waking up on the couch, she saw a little ghost boy, sitting on the chair just smiling at her. This was much different the then hooded man she had felt. She didn't feel scared of the little boy ghost at all. After she realized what she was looking at he disappeared.
The next morning Marjorie told her Mumsy what she had seen, and her Mumsy thought perhaps she was dreaming, but she wasn't.
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