Regardless of whether there is a supernatural entity in the house, I’m now officially into over-paranoia mode. What’s that out the window? Good God, are they eyes? Oh, just my reflection. Few. Did that door just open? Hello? Anyone there? I hope not. What’s that? Everything in my room is levitating? Rats.
Seriously though, now I’m constantly on the lookout. Living in fear sucks, but fear is psychological. I can overcome this. I CAN. Heh heh..heh… That’s it, I’m calling Ghostbusters.
[Eugene noted that if it hasn’t hurt us thus far, it isn’t likely to. Assuming there is one. Heh… I wonder who it was. Not that I’m about to get out some candles and ask it. If anyone knows/is psychic, do you reckon you could investigate for me?]