• Ghost
Me:
— so how's it like being dead? Do you like get to walk through walls and stuff? When you poop does it float in the air? DO YOU LIKE EAT GHOSTIE FOOD? or do you just walk around scaring the living bajesus out of people?
Harry:
— I uhm well, how can you see me first of all?
Me:
— let's just say that I'm a really fucking cool person that could see ghosts, I'm the real deal huh?
Harry:
— yeahhhhhh surreeee, and we don't poop nor do we shit anymore. Though when it comes to scaring, that is very entertaining.
Me:
— that's fucking cool, and are you a nice ghost or something? Or are you a mean one?
Harry:
— in or out of bed?
Me:
— ......
Harry:
— I was joking HAHA, should've seen your face. You looked like a fucking pig on cocaine, OINK OINK
Me:
— I'm
Harry:
— SIGH, anywhos. Yeah I'm a pretty mean ghosts, I've possessed a shit ton of people and killed them afterwards but it's been getting pretty boring lately. And I was thinking about doing that to you today, but once you started freaking out once you saw me and literally attempted to hug me, you were too adorable to posses. And that says A LOT bc I've possessed babies
Me:
— DID YOU ACTAULLY, WHY THE FUCK-
Harry;
— bc their bitch ass fathers say that ghosts aren't real! Man did I show him HAHAHHA, little shit diarrhead his pants LMAO.
Me:
— you're a funny ghostie
Harry:
— thank you bubba, you're a cool lookin human.
