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kleenexwoman) wrote2005-03-10 10:21 pm
kleenexwoman) wrote2005-03-10 10:21 pm
boooooooo
So apparently there is a ghost in the house.
My mom informs me that we've got something. She says that she will wake up at night and a ghost will be lying beside her trying to push her away (probably stealing the covers), or it will be sitting on top of her. It goes away after a few minutes, and she always yells at it. She also says that she will occasionally see something flitting across the room or scurrying around a corner out of the corner of her eye. She went to a psychic and asked, and the psychic said that it was a male Native American ghost. She says it doesn't happen too often, but not to be scared if it does, just yell at him and he will go away.
To which I said, "Well. Huh."
There is no ghost in Dad's house. There is, however, a faint miasma of mold and hamburger.
We are moving to a house on a lake. It is a nice house. I very much doubt there is a ghost there either. We went to see it earlier in the week with Darlene, Dad's girlfriend. The basement is awesome. It's all concrete walls and bare lightbulbs, and great acoustics. I wanted to get some green lightbulbs, beakers, and a table, and see if there was a cemetary nearby. Brian wanted to get some speakers and amps. We eventually decided that we could make it into a combination mad scientist laboratory/punk rock venue. DEAD MAN'S PARTY, YO.
Then Dad started talking about wallpaper. Well, fuck that.
My mom informs me that we've got something. She says that she will wake up at night and a ghost will be lying beside her trying to push her away (probably stealing the covers), or it will be sitting on top of her. It goes away after a few minutes, and she always yells at it. She also says that she will occasionally see something flitting across the room or scurrying around a corner out of the corner of her eye. She went to a psychic and asked, and the psychic said that it was a male Native American ghost. She says it doesn't happen too often, but not to be scared if it does, just yell at him and he will go away.
To which I said, "Well. Huh."
There is no ghost in Dad's house. There is, however, a faint miasma of mold and hamburger.
We are moving to a house on a lake. It is a nice house. I very much doubt there is a ghost there either. We went to see it earlier in the week with Darlene, Dad's girlfriend. The basement is awesome. It's all concrete walls and bare lightbulbs, and great acoustics. I wanted to get some green lightbulbs, beakers, and a table, and see if there was a cemetary nearby. Brian wanted to get some speakers and amps. We eventually decided that we could make it into a combination mad scientist laboratory/punk rock venue. DEAD MAN'S PARTY, YO.
Then Dad started talking about wallpaper. Well, fuck that.
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s very common and nothing to worry about. And it's not ghosts, although it is probably the reality behind phenomena like night hags and alien visitations.
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