i was in an attic, and came across a whole family of people who were supposed to have died long ago. they might have been ghosts, but i didn't know. they convinced me to let them fly the plane i was supposed to be flying. they seemed like they knew what they were doing. the mother crashed the plane into something big, maybe a bus. i was very upset and i started crying, because how could i explain to the police that i let a ghost fly my plane, and therefore it was the ghost, and not me, that was responsible for the deaths of all of those innocent people.
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