As a kid, I grew up playing in the evenings after school, doing my homework and having dinner… all in a cemetery🪦 just across the road from my house. I found the place rather peaceful, away from all the noise in the world…. and home. The things that happened didn’t exactly make me afraid of ghosts, in fact I’d rather say it had the opposite effect, but it made my belief in the existence of ghosts a little bit stronger.