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| 第 2 页：中文翻译 |
We checked out and hit the highway. About an hour into the drive my boyfriend pulled over, he then told me that he was sorry, but a lot of things had happened that he hadn't told me, because he was afraid that I would be scared to death. Apparently, he, like previous guests, had seen a mother, father and little girl ghost, who watched our every move from the many mirrors in the house. He said the mother ghost did not like me, and was often pacing in front of the mirrors with a hateful look on her face directed at me. My boyfriend said that the first few minutes he walked into the cottage, he saw the father ghost's head floating outside of the window, watching us as we carried our bags in. They short-sheeted our bed both nights, my boyfriend said, and had taken some of his clothes.
