the next morning you wake up to a ghost rummaging through your cabinets looking for something edible. He sees newer snack and avoids them till he finds Quaker oatmeal and he thinks “this guy seems kinda familiar. Hmm where have I seen it? Meh who cares?” He downs the oatmeal can in two big dumps. He chew happily. As you creep closer a floorboard creaks and he freezes and slowly fades into thin air
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