Cole fell asleep last night around 6 pm. No big deal, the last couple of days had been a little crazy for him. Around 11:15 I was either on the verge of sleep or had just fallen asleep when he wakes up. I open my eyes and see ... something standing at the end of my bed. Now, I don't have any beef with my house ghost. It's not a big deal. It's there. It usually doesn't bother me. It's just not an issue for me. For the love of Zeus, though! Could it not look like a demented phantasm? That's fucking creepy. Let me try to explain ... tall, bony figure. Hunched slightly. Glowing with a faint green tinge. I'm staring at it. It's staring at me. I'm starting to get the willies. Finally, it just fades away.
Not cool. That's some creepy shit!
I'd like to blame seeing it on watching Dead Like Me, but frankly I don't think that's the case. It's acting up. I've seen it, what, like 3 times recently. Clearly seen it. I'm just glad that Cole missed that little display.
Okay. That's my story. Interesting, huh?
Not cool. That's some creepy shit!
I'd like to blame seeing it on watching Dead Like Me, but frankly I don't think that's the case. It's acting up. I've seen it, what, like 3 times recently. Clearly seen it. I'm just glad that Cole missed that little display.
Okay. That's my story. Interesting, huh?
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Oh, wait. You already said that you wouldn't be sleeping over at my house anymore, didn't you. What with the ghostly goings on and all.