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Oct. 1st, 2015 04:36 pmGHOST IS BACK.
When I rented this place last year, I joked that it had to be haunted because it was ridiculously cheap (for the area -- it's still half my paycheck every month). It was just a funny throw-away comment but then shit happened that I can't account for, and when we were moving in Mum swears she "saw something" in the bathroom mirror.
None of it seemed perilous, more mischievous, so I took it with a grain of salt and just, every time something went wrong I was like OH GHOST YOU TRICKSTER. But I figured it couldn't hurt to put out some food for Ghost when I put out food for my grandmothers on November 1st (Mama Tickey and Gran leaving me money are the reason I could afford to move into this place) so I set out a slice of pizza for Ghost, who had shown a proclivity for making me drop pizza. And all the weird shit STOPPED. Flat. November 2nd it stopped.
So I packed all my Halloween stuff up into a box and sealed the box and put it in my closet, and last night because it's October I took the box down and cut it open and started unpacking decorations.
And today I got home and there is an ungodly stench in the hallway outside my apartment. It smells like a sick dog shat everywhere. It appears to be originating very near to my front door and it may, if trends continue, take physical form.
GHOST APPARENTLY MISSED ME.
Jesus God that's a smell. I'm burning all the incense I own (not much) which is keeping it at bay for now, but I'm worried a neighbor has died or something.
Okay, it's time to take drastic action. I'm breaking out the Mountain Lodge Yankee Candle. I'm fighting this with the power of Chris Evans.
When I rented this place last year, I joked that it had to be haunted because it was ridiculously cheap (for the area -- it's still half my paycheck every month). It was just a funny throw-away comment but then shit happened that I can't account for, and when we were moving in Mum swears she "saw something" in the bathroom mirror.
None of it seemed perilous, more mischievous, so I took it with a grain of salt and just, every time something went wrong I was like OH GHOST YOU TRICKSTER. But I figured it couldn't hurt to put out some food for Ghost when I put out food for my grandmothers on November 1st (Mama Tickey and Gran leaving me money are the reason I could afford to move into this place) so I set out a slice of pizza for Ghost, who had shown a proclivity for making me drop pizza. And all the weird shit STOPPED. Flat. November 2nd it stopped.
So I packed all my Halloween stuff up into a box and sealed the box and put it in my closet, and last night because it's October I took the box down and cut it open and started unpacking decorations.
And today I got home and there is an ungodly stench in the hallway outside my apartment. It smells like a sick dog shat everywhere. It appears to be originating very near to my front door and it may, if trends continue, take physical form.
GHOST APPARENTLY MISSED ME.
Jesus God that's a smell. I'm burning all the incense I own (not much) which is keeping it at bay for now, but I'm worried a neighbor has died or something.
Okay, it's time to take drastic action. I'm breaking out the Mountain Lodge Yankee Candle. I'm fighting this with the power of Chris Evans.
