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Spoiler alert: I’m right f*ckin stoned

Back story - I’ve lived in my place for just over a year now, and I learned about the ghost right away. Don’t know who it is but he doesn’t bother us. He makes the floorboards creek and fucks with our lamps, and every once in awhile he’ll knock on my roommates closet door. I’m also pretty convinced he whispers reminders about where stoned me hid more weed. 🇨🇦 We’ve created a sad and dark backstory for our ghost but that’s a tale for another time. Anyways, my roommate and I finally got a house key like 2 weeks ago. Before I moved in it was literally 2 powerlifting, weapon collecting Vikings who never locked the door. It’s a decent neighbourhood, but I’m a paranoid stoner and come from a part of town where you always lock your door. Anyways, our door is always unlocked. 🚩

So ya, house is haunted. But what if it’s not?

I read this thing awhile back about some guy living in a girls closet and when she finally caught him (she thought it was a raccoon) he was wearing her clothes... goosebumps. So creepy. 🚫

So tonight I had 3 quick thoughts

^that article

the odd number of people that have come up to me at my car in the parking complex and asked for a room to rent.

that I’m in a town that’s mostly university students, junkies, and everyone that never left.

My brain mushes all those thoughts into :

Someone is living in the attic?!?!

Now I’m scared that if I put my feet on the floor somethings going to reach out and grab my ankles. (Somehow this has convinced me monsters are real and they’re under my couch🤷🏻‍♀️)

Pretty paralyzed with fear that whoever is upstairs is alive and using my wifi rn

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Once the snows gone, so are we. ⛺️🌲

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