12:58 a.m. - 2004-04-03
I think my fucking bedroom is haunted.
Yes haunted! Scooby Doo style motherfucking haunted with ghosts and shit.
For the past few months I have been woken up by strange banging, my bed vibrating, someone whisper shouting my name, and most recently what felt like a hand clasping my wrist. The wacked thing is that in my state of half-sleep I donít even have the wherewithal to be scared and skeedadle, so I just roll over and get more snoozing done.
Now again, I never really believed in ghosts, but come on, what else could it be?
I know what you are thinking; itís probably my new landlord trying to run me out of the apartment so he can raise the rent.
Well, I thought of that, and just to check I gave my one month notice to him last week to see if the haunting stopped. It didnít even slow down, pal. If anyone has any ideas as to how I can either get rid of these ghosts, or make myself rich off of them, please let me know, I have almost another three weeks before I have to move now.