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Hi all. Just wanted to share a story of little Ben. I purchased a pop up tent for my child, and during the evening it started attracting ghost children. I had a small girl, a toddler, in the tent. I moved her on, and later in the evening a small boy came along, he was sitting by the sofa by the play tent. His name is Ben, he's 12 years old, and died about 1912. He's a sweet lad, he pops along regularly and watches the TV with my youngest son. He asks questions of what things are, so I explain things to him. He doesn't know what modern things like laptops and tvs are. He grew up in the London slums and worked in a factory. He's a welcome visitor, always polite, and mostly comes along when the TV is on in the front room. He doesn't like skeletons but likes the tv. He's welcome to come back anytime. He doesn't want to be crossed over, and I respect that. Lovely Ben .