#just ghosts

[papay0]

Monster au fics that keep Kaito’s irrational fear of ghosts are so funny to me, he’s always a werewolf (love that for him) so he’s big and strong and whatever but the moment he starts hearing doors closing by themselves he’s out of there with his tail tucked behind his legs

[davestaresatthesun]

Doodes

[cloudybori]

Just ghosts

[ererifanatic]

I Don't Fucking Know

Okay, so this is going to sound totally random and seem really stupid to most of you,

BUT I'M TELLING YOU

There's a fucking ghost in my room. Or some unknown creature living below my bed that wants to fucking eat kill my gay ass.

Before you start thinking that I've been snorting up crack or some shit, let me explain.

Now, lately I've been having some major troubles with falling asleep because I'm in a life crisis at the moment and I want to bury myself in my bed forever and forget about the world and what not, and so what do I do when I can't sleep? I watch YouTube or write about how much my life is turning to shit in my diary.

Anyways :)

So, I decided to watch some fetus Dan YouTube videos (because why the fuck not) and I'm in the middle of his "How to Get Out of Bed" vlog thingy when I feel like someone dropped a load of laundry on the bottom bunk beneath my bed (I'm on the top). Now, let me inform you that it is 12:00 a.m. and no one is awake in our apartment. NO ONE. So, you can understand my panic when I sit up from my pile of dread and regret (my blankets) and see that no one came in my room. AT ALL. And usually my littlest sister sleeps on the bottom bunk, but she's living with my father at the moment, so there's no one else in my room besides my other sister who sleeps in the other bunk bed beside mine. Now since it's super late and my eyes feel like they're dying from lack of sleep but refuse to give me any, I brush it off as something that just simply fell off from my bed.

BUT THEN.

BUT THEN.

Like some ungodly monster wanted to ruin my life and my already fucked up sleeping schedule, it happens. AGAIN. Now when I say that it feels like someone is dropping a load of laundry on the bottom bunk, I literally mean that it feels like someone just plopped their ass on the bottom bunk or dropped something really heavy on top of it to make me sit up like the speed of lighting.

So I'm sitting here having a fucking blast wondering if there's a fucking ghost in my goddamn room and I can't help but think of every fucking monster or paranormal entity from every horror movie that could have possibly TERRIFIED ME TO DEATH (the grudge) that could possibly want to kill me.

And how am I going to resolve this?

Well, nothing. Absolutely nothing. Besides

die.

Okay, I'm just kidding. But if you guys want to send me some cute ereri headcanons or drawings (of literally anything. It could be a dick with a fucking flower crown on its head, I give two shits), a question about anything, or a little prompt for me to write or one that you wrote yourself, or literally anything, that'd be great 😊 Because I'm having troubles breathing over here and I need help deleting this from my memory since I have suddenly grown a fear of checking at the bed below me because I'm too much of a fucking pussy to do it.

:')

[recreational-chamomile]

Raise ur hand if you don't believe in anything but ghost stories still fuck ur shit up

[ineloquent-creature]

only people worth anything are people who understand their morality without getting their ego involved (you live. you die. what more is there to ask for?) & everyone else that does not know what morality is (cats)

[cute-cuddly-bye]

I literally don't even fucking care anymore I just wanna hunt ghosts. Fuck all this other bullshit.

Just wanna look for ghosts and be happy