This is fucked up

[Harrison]

I was just out cooking myself a latenight snack, more like a lunch on my schedule.

The lights dimmed and the fucking bathroom door SLAMMED shut. I just about shit myself, I don't even think I would slam the door that hard in fear of shattering it. It's 5 fucking am. No one is awake, there are no windows open to create the breeze necessary to SLAM a door in my house. (happens in the summer on windy days when all the windows are open, this is normal)

I got goosebumps head to toe the entire time I was cooking and couldn't turn my back to the area where the door was.

I won't leave my bedroom now until dawn.

This shit hasn't happened in over two years or more now, I am not prepared to deal with it again.

[Arlos]

You're posting to NT from your bathroom??

-Arlos

[Harrison]

wtf?

[The Kizzy]

You have always said your house is haunted, have you not?

[Griever]

Say hello to Ralf for me.

[Gargamellow]

lol arlos

[Tossica]

No such thing as ghosts...

[Zanchief]

I nailed an Elf the other day. We did it on a bed of pixie dust. Then I got in my bird of prey and flew around the sun to go back in time.

[Tossica]

I nailed an Elf the other day. We did it on a bed of pixie dust. Then I got in my bird of prey and flew around the sun to go back in time.

Yeah but did you see a ghost?

[Zanchief]

No, I don't believe in that.

[Harrison]

No such thing as ghosts...

When did Tossica become omnipotent?

That's right! he never did and is far from it...

[Zanchief]

There's a difference between being omnipotent and not being retarded.

[Harrison]

Thankfully, for everyone, we don't need you and Tossica to decide anything.

[kaharthemad]

Harrison. Regardless of whether or not Arlos and Zan and Toss believe or not in unexplained phenomenom, what you announced is prolly just a gheist. Nothing to worry about unless your hand is in the doorjam when it shuts.

[Harrison]

Shit like this used to happen regularly here, I never felt fear before this morning.

Every hair on my body stood at end the entire time I had to finish cooking. I could FEEL someone watching my every movement.

[Tossica]

I believe in unexplained phenom, when you call it a ghost, gheist, spirit, banshee, boogeyman, fairy, pixie, elf, goblin, gremlin, troll, leprechaun, etc, you lose me.

[Darcler]

Thankfully, for everyone, we don't need you and Tossica to decide anything.

Toss for Prez~

[runamonk]

LMAO, I would have peed myself maybe even made a couple brownies.

[Griever]

Get Ghost Hunters to check it out.

I don't really believe in ghosts, but I enjoy the show. More than half the investigations they do come up negative though. I think a lot of people, especially those who enjoy the "spiritual" side of life, have a disturbing desire of wanting to be haunted. Some people on the show actually get pissed off when their house shows no signs of paranormal activity.

[Tossica]

Thankfully, for everyone, we don't need you and Tossica to decide anything.

Toss for Prez~

Will you be my "campaign manager"?

[Zanchief]

what you announced is prolly just a gheist. Nothing to worry about unless your hand is in the doorjam when it shuts.

Maybe Chuck Norris was spying on you with his psychic powers because he's sexually attracted to out of shape unemployed Bostonians, and he slammed the door with his telekinesis to try and scare the pants off you.

It seems pretty obvious to me if you think of it scientifically.

[Harrison]

Out of shape?

Listen twiggy, I would outperform you in every athletic way possible. I don't have a doubt in my mind of that.

[Zanchief]

Pie eating isn't an athletic competition, chubs, so that’s a no.

[Harrison]

I would fail any eating contest, hands down.

I can barely finish a sandwich as it is. This has nothing to do with weight, or physical condition. (outside of major gastro. problems of which I will soon have insurance to get taken care of)

[Adivina]

Fuck that, I hate being in your house alone Harri. What I hate even more than that is being in your cellar.... I won't ever do that shit alone, I don't even like getting a bottle of water out of the package at the top of the stairs to the cellar.