BRR! - A Sturniolo Triplet Special

october fourth

GHOST CHRIS

"You need to leave me alone!" I begged. I probably looked insane, I probably would have been sent away to an institution had anyone been home. I wasn't talking to my walls or going crazy, although I wished I was, so I could finally get answers and put an end to this never ending shadow following me. I wasn't talking to myself or a wall or going insane though, and the only explanation was of supernatural sources. I was talking to a ghost. 

5 YEARS AGO

It started out as a joke. But you know there's this thing, where if too many people believe in it, it becomes a true power source. It was almost like a manifestation of our words. Some people just believed it was the Illusory Truth Effect, also known as the Illusion of truth. That just basically means that once you repeat the same thing over and over again, you eventually believe that its' true. A lot of people with disorders often fall under that category of belief systems. 

Some examples of this could be Mandela effects. Like the misquoted lines from Star Wars, or the Snow White mirror phrase, or even the difference between Looney Tunes or Looney Toones. Or the extra z in Cheez-It, if Curious George had a tail or not. All of those were things could be considered part of the illusory truth effect. One person said something, multiple believed, and suddenly no one could remember what was the truth. Another examples of this could be propaganda, a lot of people spread false information online. Talking about politics and government most of the time, and suddenly the truth gets buried and no one remembers anything anymore about the events that actually took place during that time. 

Another thing, that fell upon the lines of being part of the Illusory Truth Effect, were spirits. If you put enough belief and energy into something, it becomes a real manifestation. And so there was talk, talk that if you behaved poorly this scary ghost guy would haunt you. It was a scary child's bed time story. The truth in it all, was that he wasn't scary. Not really. At least as I grew up, I didn't view him as a scary person. But then again, at some point I stopped believing in this ghost boy, and Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny. It all just seemed strange. Why was he only going after poorly behaved children? Why not adults who made the wrong kinds of decisions, why had no child ever actually seen him before? It kinda feel under the category of bad children still receiving presents from Santa, despite being nuisance all year, and the threat of receiving coal. No parent actually wants to give their brat's no presents or hear their shit about receiving coal. No family wanted to bring this little 'ghost boy' character to life. It was too much effort, almost as time consuming as planting house elves all over and making a mess of scenery during Christmastime. 

I was nearly on the brink of disbelief, freshly fifteen, and I had probably been the worst child to ever exist. I was sneaking out of school, skipping class, dating boys much too old for me. There was a thrill in doing bad stuff. I almost felt bad for the goody-two-shoes running around campus like they owned the place. There was nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun. I had done just about everything in life, except for smoking weed and sex. I was nervous about sex at fifteen, feeling insecure and not shaped like all the older women who actually were having sex. So every time I'd say no. It always ended up with a bad boyfriend breakup and being called a slut. Even though I had not once made out with a man, somehow I was the whore in the situation. Not the man who wanted to use me. Fine, I could live with that. It boosted my terrible reputation, made more guys want me. I had more fun. 

I was at a party once the summer I turned fifteen. A group of my 'friends' were rolling up joints. I never liked the idea of being high, it was one of the only thing's that scared me. I know it probably sounded crazy considering all I had done, and what little innocence I still had, but it made me nervous. For some reason it always took me a while to get drunk and that was hardly ever. I just drank small sips here and there and had a good time. My favorite were cigarettes. I know a lot of people hated them, but it felt cool in a 2014 tumblr girl kinda way and it made me feel more mature than I was.