FRICKY DICKY DUTCH NUGGETS!
This is a story of an unexplained occurence...
My whole family visited my grandparents this weekend. Except my dad. He stayed home because he had a lot of yardwork to do.
Well last night he got his yardwork done, took a shower, and then vacuumed the entire house. He had just vacuumed the house two days prior, but he's a neatfreak. He started in his bedroom, and then did the other four bedrooms and both living rooms. He's a perfectionist, so when he vacuums, he goes in one direction and makes sure no foot imprints are visible on the carpet. Then he went downstairs to watch a movie at about midnight.
When he came back upstairs, he noticed a strange substance spotted on the carpet of the master bedroom, starting at the door, and trailing into his walk-in closet. He said it was a chrome, silvery substance that was still wet.
He was scared as hell, so he checked every room with a baseball bat. Then he cleaned up the spots. They were small, but some came out easily, and some wouldn't even come out. Then he stayed up until 5 in case anything happened.
There is just no explanation for this. Nobody was there. And what the hell would the substance be?
He always says I'm full of it whenever I tell him about the freaky-ass shit that's happened to me in this house.
But he believes me now. He thinks it was a ghost that wanted to piss him off. It makes me laugh.
My whole family visited my grandparents this weekend. Except my dad. He stayed home because he had a lot of yardwork to do.
Well last night he got his yardwork done, took a shower, and then vacuumed the entire house. He had just vacuumed the house two days prior, but he's a neatfreak. He started in his bedroom, and then did the other four bedrooms and both living rooms. He's a perfectionist, so when he vacuums, he goes in one direction and makes sure no foot imprints are visible on the carpet. Then he went downstairs to watch a movie at about midnight.
When he came back upstairs, he noticed a strange substance spotted on the carpet of the master bedroom, starting at the door, and trailing into his walk-in closet. He said it was a chrome, silvery substance that was still wet.
He was scared as hell, so he checked every room with a baseball bat. Then he cleaned up the spots. They were small, but some came out easily, and some wouldn't even come out. Then he stayed up until 5 in case anything happened.
There is just no explanation for this. Nobody was there. And what the hell would the substance be?
He always says I'm full of it whenever I tell him about the freaky-ass shit that's happened to me in this house.
But he believes me now. He thinks it was a ghost that wanted to piss him off. It makes me laugh.