Friday, May 20, 2011

i just had to resuscitate myself.

I'm up in Olivia's room right now (the computer's up here) and it's all quiet and dark.
And a few minutes ago, out of NO where, a glass bottle or picture frame or book or corpse or SOMETHING fell on the floor and made this HUGE crashing sound and my heart stopped beating. I fell out of this swivel chair and went cold.

I swear this house is haunted.

Stuff like this has happened on more than one occasion.

It always happens to me.

And I'm always alone.

And it always makes my heart quit.

It's like the ghosts know I'm unstable.

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