#can't watch TV like a normal person

There have been strange, frigid drafts in the house lately, even when all the windows and doors are closed. And the lights have begun to flicker. Pretty sure we have a ghost now. Not sure what this means for the house, but I'm glad my name's not Mary:



Also, the plumbing's taken on a life of its own, so I've decided to name our ghost Annie. Given the obscene number of tea cups scattered around the house at any given moment, this may actually be true.


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