I love hearing voices

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Last night I didn't go to sleep, due to insomnia and paranoia. Anyways they, you know who I'm talking about, kept making noise downstairs. I know it was them because of the spirits in my house stepping quieter than the humans so we can tell the difference. This led to me being pissed and calmly telling them to leave me alone for the night. I then heard the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs move and footsteps coming up the stairs. I walked out in the hallway and saw a shadow of a person. I turned on a light and saw Toby's Hoodie vanish.

Now my fucking neck hurts like hell, almost like I have Tourette's...

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