The ghost is with me now. *face palms*
Erik: Christine's dead...so...now what?
Me: ...
Erik: OH I KNOW!
Me: *face-palms*
Me: I am NOT your Christine
Erik: TOO LATE
me: what are you doing?
Erik: I am rearranging the furniture to fit my organ only to have to move it back to where it originally was due to the dismay of the fact that the owners of this fair quaint studio do not fully know I am here but a myth.
Me: so...the point is...?
Erik: I just love messing with you.
Me: *face-palms*
You know the bad part? This is all freaking TRUE!







