Again. I'm still awake. My paranoia is justified. I have a ghost.
It's an old lady. And she looks just like the mother fuckers from Ghostbusters.
Pretty much exactly like this. Last night she wasn't as terrifying, she just had the white eyes and shit and she was walking past my bed. And I freaked out and in the off chance that it was an actual old lady walking past my bed, I kicked it in the head. And she disappeared.
The worst time was when I opened my eyes and it was almost that picture, right in front of my face, coming towards me. I screamed. I turned on the lights and sat up for a while to see if anyone came downstairs to see why I shreiked like a fucking banshee in the middle of the night. Good to know that If I'm being murdered, no one is going to know.
So there's another reason to want to move out.
My mum asked if it was her mother. It's not Nana. Because Nana wouldn't be fraking me out. She said that I should ask it what it wants from me. Fuck that shit. I'm not talking to the ghost.
So I'm a big baby about it. And I slept with the lights on, underneath the blanket. I called peanut (mine is an overweight chihuahua, not to be confused with Tez's Peanut) in to sleep on my bed. She jumped up, crawled right in to an awesome spot and buried her head in under my arm. Then just got off the bed and waited at the door to be let out. She was supposed to protect me!
And the fucking noises of various things don't help. Furniture creeking, the creepy old man across the street who sits on his verandah at all hours looking to my window sneezing, the fridge doing shit, the air conditioner doing shit, our other dog scratching upstairs; his leg hitting the floor of the deck as he does so.
So I decided to try and sleep on the couch. And a friggin' daddy long legs is crawling on my pillow as I am lying on it! Son of a bitch! Spider vs. ghost.
Side note: How awesome was Ghostbusters on the NES?
It's an old lady. And she looks just like the mother fuckers from Ghostbusters.
Pretty much exactly like this. Last night she wasn't as terrifying, she just had the white eyes and shit and she was walking past my bed. And I freaked out and in the off chance that it was an actual old lady walking past my bed, I kicked it in the head. And she disappeared.
The worst time was when I opened my eyes and it was almost that picture, right in front of my face, coming towards me. I screamed. I turned on the lights and sat up for a while to see if anyone came downstairs to see why I shreiked like a fucking banshee in the middle of the night. Good to know that If I'm being murdered, no one is going to know.
So there's another reason to want to move out.
My mum asked if it was her mother. It's not Nana. Because Nana wouldn't be fraking me out. She said that I should ask it what it wants from me. Fuck that shit. I'm not talking to the ghost.
So I'm a big baby about it. And I slept with the lights on, underneath the blanket. I called peanut (mine is an overweight chihuahua, not to be confused with Tez's Peanut) in to sleep on my bed. She jumped up, crawled right in to an awesome spot and buried her head in under my arm. Then just got off the bed and waited at the door to be let out. She was supposed to protect me!
And the fucking noises of various things don't help. Furniture creeking, the creepy old man across the street who sits on his verandah at all hours looking to my window sneezing, the fridge doing shit, the air conditioner doing shit, our other dog scratching upstairs; his leg hitting the floor of the deck as he does so.
So I decided to try and sleep on the couch. And a friggin' daddy long legs is crawling on my pillow as I am lying on it! Son of a bitch! Spider vs. ghost.
Side note: How awesome was Ghostbusters on the NES?
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You could swipe my guitarist's and bassist's amps respectively if you require it.
So, that's sorted.
What's next?