"Not a Ghost, Not a Dream—It Was Real" I’m just a regular guy, like any other 8-to-10-grade student, from a middle-class family. Anyway, let’s get straight to the story. At the time, I was in 12th grade and had my college entrance exams coming up. Naturally, I was doing my best to study hard and get good marks. We lived in a house where my uncle’s family also stayed, but in a separate section. The kitchen was right near my room, so during the hot summer days, it was tough…
