when I lived in a house that was about 105 years old (i miss it) there was a little ghost boy always asking me to play with him. he was about 4 years old and his name was i think Thomas. i asked how he died and he showed me markings from being beat by his parents. and he was stabbed. i always saw him sitting on my pile of stuffed animals...i remember talking to him...but its fuzzy because i got a really bad concussion last year and it kinda wiped out the last 7 years of my life. I moved away, and i remember saying goodbye i saw him crying...when i looked in my closet where we always talked...there was a random puddle of water and i swore i heard sobbing. i left a small teddy bear there. and then one of my friends moved into that house. he said that there was a teddy bear in the closet and it was occasionally moved when no one touched it and asked if i wanted it back. i told him about the little boy and that the teddy bear was his. he said he hears a little voice every now and then asking for a friend.
i miss Thomas. he was so cute and he just wanted love.
and i see weird shadows and feel the presence of something that i cant explain. its kinda scary sometimes but i ignore them during the day and bring them to life in my dreams.
I feel like im always being followed or watched. ill go to sleep with my clothes put away and in the morning they're all over the floor. ill make my bed, i come back to it being a mess. things go missing. i hear small feet running down the hall giggling.
its kinda scary but i feel like a ghost because most people ignore,get scared, run away from, laugh at me a lot.
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With the power of epic taco and awesome cupcake maybe we can win this war on dinosaurs forever
~someday~
I wanna paint myself green and jump out with a bulge in my pants and call myself the incredible bulk