On an old stretch of Mobile, there once stood a house on State Street where locals claimed no one truly lived alone. Long after one former owner had died, neighbors said heavy footsteps still thundered down the staircase at night, pipe smoke drifted through empty rooms, and the figure of an older sailor in a captain’s cap could sometimes be seen pacing the yard before fading into thin air.

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