So, I finally super cleaned my house! Not because of something I read on Pinterest, but because you sometimes have to do that.
The happiness was short lived, I woke something up. There I was, all giggling away, I walked into the kitchen and it felt like a cloak of death surrounded me. There was an immediate and uncontrollable sadness.
I’ve named the sadness Jeremy and hope that one day, I can help him find his way back under the dirt.
Anyone missing a moody kid named Jeremy? He wants to go home.
The number to call for teenaged ghost removal is 1-800-imw-eird
PS it’s a coincidence that this happening around Halloween, right?