Queen Of Weird

That sounds like something me or my best friend would say.
            You said any LOGICAL person..
            I'm not logical.
            (actually I'm the most logical person in my friend group. Heck my entire class. But when it comes to the paranormal, where others would run, I would chase after it.
            (Did that once. Dunno if I regret it. Now she's stuck with me. Yay. She's nicer than I thought. I've know her for.... 7 years now.)
            What I'm TRYING to say is, embrace your differences. And just know, if you ever wanna talk, just type out your worries.
            I'll listen (read whatever). 

Thank you. I know that what you wrote probably doesn't seem like much but the fact that you care is really nice. Also, I don't know if it was a dream or not, and now thinking back to it it seems kinda funny but I once woke up and there was a pale woman (not from this time period) lying next to me in my bed just staring at me. Now a logical person would scream or something, what I did was, I turned over on my other side and I said, "You do you boo, you do you."

Heck, I can see ghosts.
            It sounds far fetched but...
            I know for a fact that there's a ghost in my bedroom with me right now as I type...
            How else could my doors slam shut and lock itself?...
            What could push my baby cousin out of my room when there's no one in my room?...
            Where does the distorted voice come from when my cousin got pushed our when I was showering?
            Why....
            What was that ghost when I was 8.....
            The lights flickered.....
            Then went out...
            All the electricity gone.
            All the doors slammed shut and locked...
            The window in the bathroom just fell out of its frame.
            Then I saw it.
            Her.
            And lady, hair covering her face, falling down to her hips.
            Wearing a white dress with splotches of blood.
            Wearing a noose connected to a mail on the ceiling that wasn't there before.
            Then, every time I blinked, she got closer....
            I rubbed my eyes when she was 10 centimeters away free m me.
            Suddenly all the lights came back.
            Glass back in its frame.
            Fans and air-conditioning back on.
            Doors reopened and unlocked...
            Woman gone....
            
            Yet I embrace my differences.
            And so should you.