I just learned at supper that a guy died in my room at my old house. Here's how it went...
*Eating supper*
"Mom, why did you ask me if I've ever seen a ghost at the other house?" said Me
*Sighs* "Because some one died there" she replies
"AHH!!!! Where?!"
"...In your room."
"Apparently he was a Russian guy who had a cat but the cat didn't die... No one knows how he died, though."
"Must've been the mold -_-"
Internal Screaming.
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