*runs around with my hands up yelling, crashes into a wall* shit. *gets up and runs to the camera, shines and open mouthed smile with my eyebrows raised* Hello, hello! I'm really freakin hyper today so don't mind it but I gotta tell ya this..
Alright so thanks to my step-brother Adam I realized my house was haunted. He has this toy in the bottom of his closet from when he was like 3 because he's a hoarder not literally but that's what I call him- AND it was going off for over 2 hours and it was that creepy pedophile ice cream truck music which only made it scarier the thing is nothing could have fallen on it, no animals could have gotten to it and no one was in there so clearly there's a ghost in my house that likes playing with toys unless the batteries are dying but I worked up every ounce of pure courage I've ever had, ran in the closet, grabbed the toy and ran back out of the room slamming the door behind me. The batteries were fine, I was scared as shit, still am. So when I say I need someone to talk to, talk to me because if I choose someone I want to talk to your inbox will be blown up. :) *does the Jack Nicholson eyebrows waving*
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RastgeleThis is going to be random as hell and probably make no sense at all but this is me being me so beware and enjoy.
