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Children are the most common form of ghosts. When someone dies with unfinished business in this world, they are trapped here until it's resolved. And children, who are taken from this world too soon, are nothing but incomplete dreams and aspirations. They roam the halls and buildings where they died, either brooding or filled with resentment. Personally, I don't buy into any of it. Things like ghosts, ghouls or anything paranormal have never held any space in my world. That morbid little post was just something I happened to scroll past. But for some reason, the thought stuck with me as I kept my foot on the gas, and left my ghosts behind, driving into the next chapter of my life.