As you can probably guess from the title, this book will mainly be filled with incoherent rants topped with colorful language, but if that's not your thing, there's also some short stories, recommendations, and more potentially intriguing things.
So...
Yes, it's my turn to add onto the 98295745 stories about people's houses being haunted. Which, shocker, most are made up and over-exaggerated by people who want attention/views.
I am one of those people.
KIDDING.
Now, obviously there's no "proof" because I'm not some damn ghost buster who keeps a ghost-catching camera on hand at all times but you know. This is some weird shit that's happened where I can't find a logical explanation. So, you know, it has to be ghosts, duh.
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ANYWAYS.
Onwards with the story, and I'll let all of you decide for your selves.
Let's start with the first really weird one that made me debate moving out (not really--but kind of ya feel).
So, this was a few months ago now. My mom does laundry because she's literally one of those moms who does everything because that's how she is. She doesn't like help (though I do cook dinner sometimes and help her clean because I'm the only one she trusts lmao) and actually enjoys it somehow?? Whatever. That's not the point.
THE POINT IS SHE WAS DOING LAUNDRY, OKAY.
Now, there's this blue shirt I wear religiously (ironic, isn't it). Actually, to be truthful with you, I haven't worn it since this happened because I'm the superstitious type...
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So, she brings my clothes in my room and I put them away. Well, I leave them on my floor for a few weeks until laundry comes around again and I'm forced to put them up to make room for the next pile. You know how it is.
I remember seeing this damn shirt hanging over my desk chair (because my mom puts all the clothes with hangars go over my desk chair). I even contemplated switching into it. I didn't and we went to the store (I think--don't really remember but point is we left).
I come home and everything is fine. Don't think about the shirt because I don't plan on putting it away anyways. A few days go by. YES, A FEW, BECAUSE I PASS ALL THE HANGED SHIRTS ONTO MY HAMPER WHEN I SIT AT MY DESK. Don't ask why I don't just put them in the closet. I don't know, okay? I'm a flop, I know.
