Making friends with the ghost in your attic brings you many benefits as well as faults…

When I moved in, I thought I’d just have to put up with a leaky faucet. But surprise surprise, there was a loud ass ghost in my attic. He’s up ALL night long moaning and groaning because it’s soooo funny to have the neighbors file noise complaints . So, I thought maybe, just maybe, I could be his friend you know? Get him to cool down a little. That was the plan. News flash, becoming friends with a ghost will end you up in a mental asylum because you said the ghost in your attic killed those two guys. And apparently passing a lie detector test doesn’t prove its the truth, just that you believe it.

So, that’s all great. I’m in an asylum, without my cat. And with someone who thinks they are a cat. So maybe it’s not too bad? All I know, is that I was trying to sleep last night, and I heard something moving around upstairs. Followed by a loud groan.

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Oh great, he followed me.