Ghosts: *arguing over whose turn it is to answer the ouija*
That would explain why it takes so long to get answers and why it makes no sense.
Me: what is your name?
Thingie u hold: * begrudgingly slides to “no” *
Me: wtf
Mom said it’s my turn on the planchette
*hears call from the living*
*stares at it until it stops*
stares as the board spell out:
*WE–HAVE–UPDATED –OUR–PRIVACY–POLICY*
things go bump in the night b/c ghosts are clumsy idiots
poltergeists move all my stuff around but can’t be bothered to clean while they’re at it? get a job you lazy bum
damn banshees with their screaming and wailing, i have to deal with this bullshit existence to and you don’t see me acting out like that
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