first a few things you should know. my entire town was built on an american indian burial ground. like, starting in the 70s they’d have the tribe come out for every new development and help relocate artifacts to [redacted fuck you i ain’t telling] and our house is legit burial ground. not cursed burial ground or anything. anyways we have this ghost that turns on our microwave from time to time, seemingly randomly. I named him Smudgy, because we have one of those touchscreen control thingies and i noticed he’s active whenever someone with greasy fingers has been using the microwave. and he’s really easy to shut up with a soapy washcloth.
hey, i have a ghost that lives in my microwave.
first a few things you should know. my entire town was built on an american indian burial ground. like, starting in the 70s they’d have the tribe come out for every new development and help relocate artifacts to [redacted fuck you i ain’t telling] and our house is legit burial ground. not cursed burial ground or anything. anyways we have this ghost that turns on our microwave from time to time, seemingly randomly. I named him Smudgy, because we have one of those touchscreen control thingies and i noticed he’s active whenever someone with greasy fingers has been using the microwave. and he’s really easy to shut up with a soapy washcloth.
i “believe” in ghosts. it’s harmless fun.
I see why would you believe in ghosts
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