
I was eighteen when my bed started violently shaking in the middle of the night. Naturally, I grabbed a knife and prepared to murder whatever was under it. Except there was nothing there. ☠️
Over the next few months the shenanigans began and I came to accept that I had two ghosts. George and Bob. Pesky little guys......😎
What happened next? Well, you're either going to believe me or think I'm full of shit. You decide! ✨
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True Story 😉