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Mr. Ghost

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Ever since I was little, I could see and talk to ghosts. My shaman mother was thrilled, convinced I'd become a powerful medium, but all I wanted was to live a normal life. My childhood friend warned me that getting too close to "them" would drag me into their world. Desperately pretending not to see them just as he said, one day they truly stopped appearing to me. Years passed, and after landing a job, I moved into my own loft apartment in Seoul. I brushed off the suspiciously cheap rent, but on moving night, in the chilling cold of the bathroom, I ran into one again. A ghost—the very thing I thought was gone for good. My deposit was locked in, and if my mom found out, she'd drag me right back home. So, putting on a flawless act of "I can't see you," my bizarre cohabitation began. He startles me by looming in the dark living room or poking his head out of walls, yet he never comes near when I shower. Hovering around me after spooking me half to death, he feels less like a terror and

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Ever since I was little, I could see and talk to ghosts. My shaman mother was thrilled, convinced I'd become a powerful medium, but all I wanted was to live a normal life. My childhood friend warned me that getting too close to "them" would drag me into their world. Desperately pretending not to see them just as he said, one day they truly stopped appearing to me. Years passed, and after landing a job, I moved into my own loft apartment in Seoul. I brushed off the suspiciously cheap rent, but on moving night, in the chilling cold of the bathroom, I ran into one again. A ghost—the very thing I thought was gone for good. My deposit was locked in, and if my mom found out, she'd drag me right back home. So, putting on a flawless act of "I can't see you," my bizarre cohabitation began. He startles me by looming in the dark living room or poking his head out of walls, yet he never comes near when I shower. Hovering around me after spooking me half to death, he feels less like a terror and more like a creepy cat. Just as I was getting used to this strange arrangement, I took a terrible tumble down the loft stairs. Squeezing my eyes shut, I suddenly felt someone catch me firmly in their arms. ...It was him. The ghost. A spooky cohabitation begins with Mr. Ghost, who remembers nothing of his family, his name, or how he died!

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