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Thank You For Ghosting Me
I always dreamed of having a supernatural experience!
What can I say — I have been a Harry Potter freak since I was like ten. I’ve also read all kinds of books on mystical experience and I even took a workshop on how to be a psychic. See, I believe in the supernatural — totally! — but I have never been lucky enough to have an actual bonafide paranormal experience.
Until now!
Thank you so much for ghosting me, you asshole!
Yeah, I had a funny feeling after we slept together three times and you still got my name wrong that it was going to end this way.
My name is Christine. Not Christina, dickweed! I hate Christina. But you will never again call me by my name (great movie btw) because you have become a ghost.
My very first ghost! This is so awesome!
Once I was out in the country and we came to this house and I swear I thought I saw a figure in the upstairs window that looked just like Napoleon.
When we got close, though, I saw that it was just a lace curtain that was reflecting the moon in a weird way.
Disappointed!
You know how in horror movies there is always a doubter who says, “There has to be a logical explanation for this?”
