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A ghost lives in my parent’s house.
There are few things I don’t fuck with:
- The last morsel of food on a party tray
- music in a black man’s car
- Elevator doors after the beeping stops and they just close like “fuck you, human”
And GHOSTS.
I haven’t told this story to many people, mainly because I feel like people wouldn’t believe me. People are usually skeptical about ghosts anyway. So was I…once.
A few years ago, I heard a little girl talk in the room adjacent to my old room when I used to live here…but there were no girls in the house. After I heard her talk, a door slammed. I went to check because I thought there was someone breaking into my parents house. After searching (while holding samurai swords of course), my cousin and I found no one and went back to my room.
The next day, I asked my mom if she woke up at any time last night and she said no. I told her about the voice, and she said “oh, that’s just the ghost that lives in the spare bedroom. Your cousin from the philippines used to sleep in there, but the ghost bothered her too much so she stayed at your aunts down the road instead.”
YO, I DON’T FUCK WITH GHOSTS.
Now let’s fast forward to present day. Look at the picture above. Those are two seemingly-normal hand prints on the mirror, except they are really high up and do not match the hands of anyone in my family. No one claims that they made it, and my mom said they just “appeared” one day. Uh, yea. That is not cool. That is the opposite of cool. That’s some freaky shit and I’m not down with it at all. Have you ever watched those douchebags on Ghost Adventures? They try to threaten ghosts with physical harm and one dude got his brain squeezed by a ghost. YOU CAN’T FIGHT GHOSTS.
I DON’T FUCK WITH GHOSTS.
P.s. My sister just ran into the room I’m sleeping in and said when she tried to turn on the lights down stairs, they all flickered for a while and then all of them just died…
….except one.
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