A ghost story:
My buddy came back from an overseas deployment and in order to decompress and celebrate, he and his wife spent three days at a bed-and-breakfast out in the middle of Kansas.
While they were there, they shared their room with a really friendly ghost. My buddy would wake up at night, feeling a gentle hand caressing his shoulder and back, and roll over to see that his wife was on the other side of the bed, facing away from him.
The ghost would turn the television off for them when they'd finished watching a movie, and she (they both felt that the presence was female) would open the bathroom door if somebody had to get up in the middle of the night to pee.
When it was time to leave, the ghost shut the room door on them as they were loading out their luggage and gear. She didn't want them to go! I imagine it gets pretty lonely being a friendly ghost.
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On a different note, I'm not sure which one of you told Rumric about my previous entry (and I'm not going to point any fingers since I don't want to get in to any drama or bullshit), but last night, he specifically called me out about my last journal entry, and said some really nasty things to me. Hes threatened to put a curse on me now, so thanks for being a fucking rat, whoever you are. I hope hes only bluffing about the curse, because I really dont need that kind of crap right now.
Thankfully, he doesnt really understand what the internet is, so hes not able to read for himself what I wrote. I think that he assumes Ive written a letter to a single individual, rather than made public comments about him. Im sure hed be much more upset if he grasped the concept of this site.
So please, yall; what you read here? Let it stay here.
To pacify Rumric, I worked a five-point pattern against possession into his portrait. You can see the earlier stages of this piece in my previous entries.
My buddy came back from an overseas deployment and in order to decompress and celebrate, he and his wife spent three days at a bed-and-breakfast out in the middle of Kansas.
While they were there, they shared their room with a really friendly ghost. My buddy would wake up at night, feeling a gentle hand caressing his shoulder and back, and roll over to see that his wife was on the other side of the bed, facing away from him.
The ghost would turn the television off for them when they'd finished watching a movie, and she (they both felt that the presence was female) would open the bathroom door if somebody had to get up in the middle of the night to pee.
When it was time to leave, the ghost shut the room door on them as they were loading out their luggage and gear. She didn't want them to go! I imagine it gets pretty lonely being a friendly ghost.
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On a different note, I'm not sure which one of you told Rumric about my previous entry (and I'm not going to point any fingers since I don't want to get in to any drama or bullshit), but last night, he specifically called me out about my last journal entry, and said some really nasty things to me. Hes threatened to put a curse on me now, so thanks for being a fucking rat, whoever you are. I hope hes only bluffing about the curse, because I really dont need that kind of crap right now.
Thankfully, he doesnt really understand what the internet is, so hes not able to read for himself what I wrote. I think that he assumes Ive written a letter to a single individual, rather than made public comments about him. Im sure hed be much more upset if he grasped the concept of this site.
So please, yall; what you read here? Let it stay here.
To pacify Rumric, I worked a five-point pattern against possession into his portrait. You can see the earlier stages of this piece in my previous entries.
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threejane:
word.
manafroggy:
Thank you for the comment, hon!!