Ghosts.... again! So, Saturday night, once again, me and my gf are in the bed. Sleeping away. Then all of a sudden she's pointing at the ceiling and asking if I see his arm. Ghosts. Again. But she wasn't as scared this time though. I just pulled her close. She did wake up enough to say, "Your gf is crazy." Poor thing. She really thinks my house is haunted. So then, I was freaked out and started imagining ghosties. I thought I saw a Victorian woman. A really short Victorian woman floating in the corner. When I told her this, she said, "YES! Yes! I saw a Victorian woman with her hair piled on her head!" So now she REALLY thinks my house is haunted.
If we had somewhere else to stay together when I come to visit her, then we would. But there's nowhere else besides her bro's gf, and I am not ready for that one. I don't trust her. Mainly because I pretty much hate Stacey's brother. Almost her whole family really. They're assholes. Oh well. What else are in-laws for right?
If we had somewhere else to stay together when I come to visit her, then we would. But there's nowhere else besides her bro's gf, and I am not ready for that one. I don't trust her. Mainly because I pretty much hate Stacey's brother. Almost her whole family really. They're assholes. Oh well. What else are in-laws for right?