So there’s a place called pluckly in Kent near where I used to live and it’s meant to be really haunted. Me and three friends went there one night and had a quick drink in the haunted pub there. There was also two ghost hunters there and we didn’t really take much notice so we just left them to it and we went for a walk around the cemetery. Every time I’ve been there, I’ve had a weird fear of one of the corners in the cemetery, I’ve always felt like there is a little boy sitting there telling me not to go in the corner. Well we walked past the corner eventually and bumped into the ghost hunters. We were talking to them and one of my friends asked them stupidly if they can see any ghosts near us.
They said “yes, there’s a little boy that sits up in that top corner” my friends laughed and asked if the little boy had a name. They said yes, it’s Jack.
One of my friends turned and stared at me, she was the only one that knew I had that fear but that I also had a twin brother called Jack that died when we were 7.
I didn’t think too much of it because I’ve never believed in ghosts but then we were walking out of the cemetery and the two boys were infront of me and my friend and one of them took a picture behind us but when they looked it was just black. That was that. This was in 2009 by the way.
The boys dropped me and my friend at home and left. Later that night one text me and asked if I could receive picture messages. He sent me a photo that looked like me. Which the photo was black originally so to this day, we have no idea whether it was me or someone else
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Sorry that was really long