okies, so, last week (monday morning) i was kneeling in front of my..... for some odd reason i had the urge to say blouse..... closet making sure i had everything i needed for school. so, im there, talking to myself like every high school senior does these days in an effort to make sure that they do infact have everything they need for school and they're not going insane (though them talking to.....ourselves doesnt really help our case....heh.). the next thing i know, i felt something graze my back and like 1/2 a sec later, i hear something slam into my dresser (which is in my closet). at that, i yelled my favorite f-lettered obsenity (sp?) and turn my head just in time to watch my thick pad of graphing paper fall to the floor. i know what you're thinking. "it probably just fell from the top of the closet". um, no. that oh so lovely pad of graphing paper was tucked messily under clothes and a random pillow b/w my bed and my nightstand. something (the malevelant ghost, duh) had to have picked it out of there. then it chucked it at me. it missed, mostly, except for the light graze i felt on my back. i was not appreciative of it at all. the FREAKIEST part was the fact that the night before, my aunt had been sitting on the couch in the family room and saw a shadow walk into our wing of the house and towards our rooms. REALLY REALLY FREAKY!!!!! thanks but no thanks, mal. ghost. i'd rather not.
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